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The Litchfield County University Club WINSTED DECEMBER SIXTEENTH 1904 1 GAUDEAMUS IGITUR JUVENES DUM SUMUS GAUDEAMUS IGITUR JUVENES DUM SUMUS POST JUCUNDAM JUVENTUTEM POST MOLESTAM SENECTUTEM NOS HABEBIT HUMUS NOS HABEBIT HUMUS K FAIR HARVARD. Fair Harvard ! thy sons to thy jubilee throng, And with blessings surrender thee o'er, By these festival rites, from the age that is past To the age that is waiting before. O relic and type of our ancestors' worth, That has long kept their memory warm, First flower of their wilderness ! star of their night! Calm rising thro' change and thro' storm. To thy bow'rs we were led in the bloom of our youth, From the home of our infantile years, When our fathers had warn'd, and our mothers had pray'd. And sisters had blest through their tears. Thou then wert our parent, the nurse of our soul; We were moulded to manhood by thee, Till freighted with treasure tho'ts, friendships, and hopes, Thou didst launch us on destiny's sea. MY LAST CIGAR. 'Twas off the blue Canary Isles, A glorious summer day. I sat upon the quarter deck, WAKE, FRESHMEN, WAKE ! And whiffed my cares away ; And as the volumed smoke arose, Like incense in the air, The stars brightly glancing, I breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth, Behold us advancing, It was my last cigar. And kindly smile upon us from on high; Our summons awaiting, CHORUS. With hearts loudly beating, It was my last cigar The Freshmen trembling on their couches lie. It was my last cigar I breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth, It was my last cigar. CHORUS. Wake ! wake ! Freshmen, wake ! I leaned upon the quarter rail Wake while our song smites the sky, And looked down in the sea, For now ere we leave you, E'en there the purple wreath of smoke We heartily give you, Was curling gracefully. O, what had I at such a time A welcome into Delta Beta Xi. To do with wasting care? Alas ! the trembling tear proclaimed While some sadly ponder, It was my last cigar. Still others will wonder CHORUS. Why we their doors in silence dead pass by But, O fortunati ! I watched the ashes as it came O terque beati ! Fast drawing to the end; I watched it as a friend would watch Who hears the mystic call of Beta Xi. Beside a dying friend CHORUS. But still the flame crept slowly on ; It vanished into air; I threw it from me, spare the tale, It was my last cigar. CHORUS. AMERICA. My Country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, BINGO. Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Here's to good old Yale, drink it down, Let Freedom ring. drink it down, Here's to good old Yale, drink it down, drink it down, My native country, thee. Here's to good old Yale, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love. She's SO hearty and so hale, I love thy rocks and rills, Drink it down, drink it down, drink it Thy woods and templed hills; down, down, down. My heart with rapture thrills Balm of Gilead, Gilead, Like that above. Balm of Gilead, Gilead, Balm of Gilead, way down on the Bingo Let music swell the breeze, farm. And ring from all the trees We won't go there any more, Sweet Freedom's song. We won't go there any more, Let mortal tongues awake, We won't go there any more, way down Let all that breathe partake, on the Bingo farm. Let rocks their silence break; Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, The sound prolong. Bingo, Bingo, way down on the Bingo farm. Our fathers' God, to Thee, B-I-N-G-O. Author of Liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright With Freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. THE DOWD PRINTING CO. will STATE OF THE RG 401 1. Bank YES A Godspeed to Peary. (Lines read at Mr. Bridgman's Farewell Dinner to Lieut. Peary, June 20, 1898.) Peary, Godspeed! I hardly know The vast and intricate significance Of all that snow To which you go; I only understand A brave man dares again. When heroes fight, Who asks his trivial why, So that they fight like heroes? Maybe,-it well may be!- Peary shall find Fauna and flora quite unknown to me, And Polar secrets wrest That shall unlock Dependent secrets of the East and West; But what so science gain, Or whatsoe'r accrues to commerce, This I think is best: The courage of the quest, The fearless eyes, The dauntless soul, In them the Pole! So that the Pole make Peary, As all such dreams Have power to make a man, V.S.N. I care not much that Peary find the Pole! And perhaps the wish were kind He ne'er may find Josephine Diebetsch-Parr What with its finding Kate Jordan Vermilyr. Means a dream at end, For who SO finds a dream, Strange though it seem, Frederic M. Vernity Must lose it as he finds- "Tis SO with dreams. Martha Finhel Peary, Godspeed! Thank Fishel We let you go With hands that linger, John a. Taylor Hands proud to hold, Reluctant hands to loose; Frauk L. Hall And I, an idle singer, A recent friend of ancient admiration, Would venture thus to bid you A Godspeed full as kind As those who longer Have loved you, Peary, Longer, maybe, and stronger, Itten Bartht Bridgman Yet with no will more willing, Peary, towards you- H.L. Brio gman Gentlest of all the strong, Kindest of all the brave. RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. Richard Le gathinne STATE in del worl A much NE LAW August 5, 1912. My dear Miss Johns: I have your charming lines, and write to thank you, and to express my appreciation of your thoughtful- ness in sending them to me. It will give me much pleasure to add your noem to my collection of Polar literature. With best regards, I am, Very sincerely, Miss Henrietta Johns, Harrisburgh, Pa. The Quest. (Henritte Johns) Hark to the far-away cries of "Eureka!" Thrilling with sense of Rosemary and Rue Goale for all ages men hoped for and signed for, goals searched for vainly, but bled for and did for Through skull-bowered vistas are bared to our view. II Far and away, midst the Frigid gones' terrors, To the innermost, daring the White Circles' bound, man - for the time was ripe - broke past all barriers- Anctic and antarctic ice -armed warriors To establish dominion in snow-realms profound. III. up where the Load- Star allures to the Down where secret the Southern Cross glints on ice-crage Flutter the ensigns that honor their nations (2) nailed to the Poles, the far-call of Earth's stations, those turn on its apis, stirs the folds of the flage! IV. "Life!" Polar stillness, weird, Sphinx-like, is broken, The "Ende of the Earth" have been reached by the Voice. Continents Christian, have sent forth their valor making the Christ-hope piercen through Death 'e pallor and fulfillment of prophecy Christ 's world to rejoice. V. How therenow "winged sphere" wheels in 'Circling its procession, Father, the Sun, in his stars" flight Swing, bannered censer, (the "morning Dark-half and singing) Light-half. a metaphor ringing, a universe letting of Evil and Right. (The End) Vol. XXV XPage Page six No. 216 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE OCTOBER, 1910 DEPARTMENTS THAN BEL TE AOUS GOOD PUBLIC SI WILLIAM PENN CHARTER SCHOOL INSURES LIVES and GRANTS AN- NUITIES. THE PAYS INTEREST ON DEPOSITS. THE PROVIDENT Acts as EXECUTOR, ADMINISTRATOR, TRUSTEE, GUARDIAN, COMMIT- Penn Charter Magazine. TEE, ASSIGNEE, RECEIVER, AGENT, etc. Acts as REGISTRAR and TRANSFER LIFE and TRUST COMPANY AGENT. COLLECTS AND REMITS INCOME. Published monthly by the Members of the William Penn OF PHILADELPHIA ASSUMES CARE OF REAL ESTATE. RECEIPTS WITHOUT CHARGE FOR WILLS DEPOSITED. Charter School, Philadelphia. OFFICE, No. 400 CHESTNUT STREET Rents Safe Deposit Boxes $5 Upwards. ALL TRUST FUNDS and INVESTMENTS ARE KEPT SEPARATE AND APART from the Assets of the Company. Capital, $1,000,000 00 CONTENTS PAGE Surplus belonging to Stockholders, 4,500,000.00 Editorials, IS Wit of Our Contemporaries, OFFICERS 4 Alumni, ASA S. WING, President DAVID G. ALSOP, Actuary 5 T. WISTAR BROWN, Vice-President J. BARTON TOWNSEND, Asst. Trust Officer Conquerer of the Frozen North, 6 JOSEPH ASHBROOK, V. Pres. & Mgr. of Ins. Dept. SAMUEL H. TROTH, Treasurer In Old Ireland, J. ROBERTS FOULKE, Trust Officer C. WALTER BORTON, Secretary 7 JOHN WAY, Asst. Treasurer. The Under Dog, 9 The Mystery of the Dunkirk Pearls, DIRECTORS II Strength List, T. Wistar Brown WilliamLongstreth Frank H. Taylor Frederic H. Strawbridge Morris R. Bockius I5 Asa S. Wing Robert M. Janney Joseph B. Townsend, Jr. Joseph Ashbrook Henry H. Collins Athletics, James V. Watson Marriott C. Morris John B. Morgan John Thompson Emlen Levi L. 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W ORTON, Secretary-Treasurer Camp Tecumseh Lake Winnepesaukee, White Mountains, N. H. T ECUMSEH is glad to report a most successful season. Tecumseh's boys had more sport than ever in all sorts of field games; baseball, swimming, tennis, boating, canoeing, mountain climbing, etc., etc. Each year sees an advance both in the recreation at the home camp and in the interesting trips through- out the surrounding country. Already, many parents have entered their boys for 1911. This argues satisfaction in the management of the camp. A boy's summer vacation is such an important part of his year's development that now is the time to plan for it. Look up Tecumseh's work and you will find that her boys improve not only in physique but also in manliness, initiative and character. For catalogues or other information, address GEO. W. ORTON, Ph. D., 3900 Baltimore Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. The Freihofer Vienna Baking Co. Master Street, 23d to 24th We employ the most skilled labor and modern appliances in our bakeries. We bake BREAD, ROLLS, PIES and Cakes. All of the highest grade. WILLIAM B. CARLILE PAINTING AND DECORATING WALL PAPERS 1727 CHESTNUT STREET PHILADELPHIA It will be of advantage to mention this Magazine in answering these advertisements. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE TE AOUS VOL. XXV PHILADELPHIA, OCTOBER, 1910. No. 216 The editorials and all other unsigned articles in this Magazine are written by the Editor-in-Chief or his associates (for names, see second page of front cover). Signed articles by the students have the name of the writer's class added to the signature, and those by the Alumni the year of graduation, while those by members of the school staff have the signature without designation. V ACATION is over and we have thought we had been at school for settled down to our regular weeks. It was no different on the sec- duties in school life. Few of us can ond day of school from what it is now as yet realize that our summer is over. that we have been going for several In fact, last spring weeks. There was the usual assembly Back to School seems but yesterday to with the orchestra leading the singing many now again gath- as it did last year. Of course, there ered together in this flourishing school was no meeting Wednesday, as we fol- of ours. Of course, we miss our lowed Tuesday's program, but in every friends who graduated last year, but other respect the school was perfectly we hope that the present senior class normal. So it seems to us as though THE SCIENCE CLUB will equal, if not excel, the record of both boys and teachers should be proud their predecessors. The school now of the way the old school has got to seems to be filled with fellows of some work without delay or lost motion. spirit, who desire to bring additional glory to the already famous name. A T the beginning of the year in This MAGAZINE does not want to be Assembly Dr. JONES commented continually preaching, and it does not to the boys with a certain pleasure make that its object, but a little of and pride upon the large number of the old, old story of advice to a school- scholars in the Senior The Increase of the boy, if put before him, tends to make School. That pride is Senior School him think. Our advice is: "Don't begin just pride, and that to work until about April or May. Then pleasure is one gained purely through kill yourself trying to pass. After that our headmaster's efforts. It is an as- wake up to the fact that you have failed. tounding tribute to the success of his Think of the pleasure you will have in management of the school to think of going into a class of smaller children." the enormous increase in its attendance If this advice be sound, follow it. If since he first began to direct it. it be not sound, don't follow it and take Just as the value of machines is de- our best wishes for success with you. termined by the nature of their product, SO the importance of institutions must THE whole school certainly ought be reckoned by the size and quality of be congratulated on the way their output. It is needless to dwell it has so quickly settled down into the on the quality of Penn Charter alumni; routine of work. On Tuesday the boys they themselves furnish proof of its ex- came to school and re- cellence. The graduating class is a Resuming Work ceived their books, and good example of the increase which on the next day a has become apparent throughout the stranger visiting the school would have Senior School. Last year it comprised I THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 2 3 forty-four boys, whereas this year its usual capacity since the first assembly A BOUT reading, Lord MACAULAY dispatch, "We have met the enemy and total reaches to sixty-two. and is fully up to old standards. The says: "When a boy I began to they are ours." In style and brevity organization needs two cornets and a read very earnestly, but at the foot of it equaled CESAR'S great speech, "Veni, U PON returning to the school we clarinet. These valuable instruments in every page I read I stopped and obliged Vidi, Vici." A certain English gen- found a new face to greet us on an orchestra are worthy of the atten- myself to give an ac- eral, however, was given by the Lon- the teaching staff. To Mr. G. M. tion of many a Penn Charter boy, for Reading count of what I had don Punch the record for brevity when, BAKER, who succeeds Mr. HERRICK as they were made for men to play, and read on that page. At after he had conquered without orders German master, we give pleasure and satisfaction to him first I had to read it three or four times the province of Scinde, in India, he sent Greeting wish to extend our who plays them well. The present year before I got my mind firmly fixed. this witty dispatch, "I have sinned." hearty greeting. Mr. should see those places filled by com- But I compelled myself to comply with He sent it in Latin, and it came in one WHITE, although he has been with us petent fellows from our ranks. the plan, until now, after I have read word, "Peccavi." Sir HORATIO NEL- several years, has not before been on a book through once, I can almost re- SON was in command of the English our teaching staff. This year, in addi- W E were glad to hear at Penn cite it from beginning to end. It is a, fleets at the battle of the Nile, August tion to his track work, he will teach Charter of the success of one very simple habit to form early in life, I, 1798. As the engagement between Latin in Quarta, filling Miss BRALEY'S of our old boys in winning a Greek and and it is valuable as a means of mak- his fleets and the opposing French was place. We wish them both a very pleas- Latin prize at college. HENRY D. ing our reading serve the best pur- about to begin, NELSON exclaimed, ant year. LEARNED, O. P. C. '08, pose." "Victory or Westminster Abbey." It College Prizes won both prizes in proved to be victory. H AROLD J. CLARKE has been Latin and Greek sight A NYONE who was fortunate elected leader of the Glee Club translation for sophomores at the Uni- and WILLIAM R. WEBB, JR., leader of enough to witness the grand N OTHING is SO well calculated to versity of Pennsylvania. LEARNED discourage one as physical de- the Mandolin Club. CLARKE'S powers while at Penn Charter was a member parade of the veterans of the Civil War fects which cannot be remedied; but of voice and leadership recently in Atlantic City could not help of the MAGAZINE staff, and wound up history is full of instances of men who being impressed by Musical Clubs are well known, and by being editor-in-chief. He was also have suffered the G. A. R. the wonderful sight. WEBB has many times greatly interested in photography, hav- Perseverance greatest defects and demonstrated his ability on mandolin, Post after post, the ing won several prizes. This is only yet achieved greatness. banjo and piano; the clubs are in com- remnants of a grand army, battle one of the many instances in which we BEETHOVEN, who, despite his deafness, petent hands. The present large Sen- scarred and time worn, passed in con- hear of such prizes won by our old reached an eminence in the musical ior School has an abundance of candi- tinuous file for two hours and a half. boys. If you scan with care the alumni world to which no others have attained, dates for the sixty or more places on There were few dry eyes among the columns during the winter you will once said, "The barriers are not erected the clubs, SO the season looks promis- thousands of spectators who lined the probably read of many more such in- that can say to patient perseverance, ing. For the good of the clubs the way when a band of old and crippled stances. "Thus far and no farther.' MILTON, standard of vocal and instrumental soldiers sang, "Marching Through in his blindness, wrote his best works. ability required for membership has LL Penn Charter boys will be glad Georgia." It was this type of men DEMOSTHENES was hooted from the been raised this year. Only those pos- A that saved our Stars and Stripes, and to know that THEODORE E. stage the first time he spoke in public, sessing voices already good, or that that is the reason they received such a BROWN, O. P. C. '96, has been chosen for he had a weak, imperfect articula- promise much, will be eligible for the to succeed DR. HARRY TOULMIN, who grand ovation along their line of march. tion, but by his own endeavor he be- Glee Club, and candidates for the Man- has just resigned from May the few encampments that are yet came the most perfect orator the world dolin Club must own a high-grade o. P. C. Graduate his position as chair- to come be as great a lesson in true has known. To Penn Charter boys an- instrument and study with an instru- man of the Baseball patriotism as the one just ended in other instance will occur at once. Let mental teacher during the music sea- Committee of the University of Penn- Atlantic City. us learn this invaluable lesson. son at least. Every fellow who pos- sylvania. THEODORE E. BROWN was sesses the ability to play or sing well Pennsylvania's great pitcher several should come out for the clubs. IT is interesting to note the remarks I T is good to cultivate a little whole- years ago and has been connected with made by great men under strik- some curiosity about the origin of The director and leaders have al- athletics in that college for several ing circumstances. For instance, after our common words. Have you ever ready planned a vigorous campaign for years. the battle of Lake Erie had taken thought how or when window sashes the winter and will work hard to main- We are glad that one of Penn Char- place and the British came into existence? tain the enviable reputation borne by ter's graduates has been chosen to fill Remarks fleet was overcome, A Light Chat The word "sash" tells the clubs in Penn Charter and outside. a position SO important in the athletics Commodore PERRY us that this kind of The orchestra has been serving in its of one of the great universities. sent to General HARRISON his famous window was a Dutch invention, "sas" 4 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. being the Dutch word for "sluice." The trouble, as it is hard to draw the fel- windows derive their names from their lows away from the old rules. Despite resemblance to the sluices on the Dutch this handicap the team has entered upon canals. They open the same way. its work with great zeal. While this These Dutch windows came to us about MAGAZINE goes to press before we can 1688. At first only the richest people really decide how the game is handled, could afford them. From England they yet we hope for a successful season. were introduced into France. Marshal This year Dr. SHARPE has organized DE LORGE, who was the first French- four teams, which will play each other. man to employ them, used to invite peo- Thus the first team will get much more ple to his house that they might see practice than from playing against the Any news from our 010 Boys will be gratefully received this wonderful novelty. In England, second team alone. In addition to this, when the window tax was removed, the fellows who would otherwise be cut out have a chance to get good train- '92 J. GAZZAM MACKENZIE, O. P. C. '92, has been reëlected '07 GEORGE S. WOLBERT, O. P. sash arrangement soon got to be the C. '07, has for the past few commonest form of window. ing by playing on the third or fourth president of the Business Men's Club months been connected with the Corn teams. Under the leadership of Cap- of Toledo, Ohio. Exchange National Bank of this city. tain CLARKE, who has been a member G REAT excitement has been caused of the team for several years, our foot- HOWELL W. PANCOAST, O. P. C. '08 EDWARD P. WILLIAMS, O.P. among the football enthusiasts ball season ought to be very satisfac- ex-'92, was married to Miss LAURA R. C. '08, is making a strong by the new rules. These rules give the tory. HOGAN in New York City on June 4 fight for a position on the University game a different aspect, making it more last. of Pennsylvania football team. open and clear. Mass A T the regular meeting of the I. A. New Rules plays are gradually be- At Middle Granville, New HENRY D. LEARNED, O. P. C. '08, A. A. on October 5, 1910, it was ing done away with. voted that the four quarters, now called '96 York, on September 6, JOHN received the faculty prizes at Penn for This new style of play has given the for in football, shall be twelve minutes S. WITMER, JR., OP. C. '96, was mar- sight reading in both Latin and members of the school teams a little each. ried to Miss VIRGINIA E. SPENCER. Greek. EMANUEL H. SHOEMAKER, O. P. '99 THOMAS P. McCutcheon, C. '08, was one of the several under- WIT OF OUR CONTEMPORARIES O. P. C. '99, has been recently graduates at Penn who recently ad- promoted to Assistant Professorship in dressed the Freshmen of that institute. The professional humorist was hav- TO THE POINT the Department of Chemistry at the SHOEMAKER'S subject was, "Class ing his shoes shined: "And is your Elderly Aunt-"I suppose you won- University of Pennsylvania. Spirit and Freshman Customs." father a boot-black too?" he asked. dered, dear little Hans, why I left you "No, sir," replied the boot-black; SO abruptly in the lane. I saw a man, '03 Among the few to receive '09 EDWARD TRAINER, O. P. C. "my father is a farmer." and oh, how I ran!" their degree "cum laude" for '09, is a candidate for the "Oh!" said the P. H., reaching for Hans "Did you get him?"- the combined work of their second and Cornell football team. his note book. "He believes in making Phanix. third year courses at the Law School hay while the son shines."-Triangle. at Penn was ERNEST S. BALLARD, O. HARRY L. BROWNBACK, O. P. C. "I always was good at picking out P. C. '03. '09, has applied for a patent on a new carburetor of his own invention. Smarty-"I see you are early of late. the salient points," said the captain as You used to be behind before, and now the steamer went aground.-Harvard '04 On June II, 1910, BERNARD One of those who responded to the you are first at and Black. Lampoon. WESTERMANN, O. P. C. '04, fall call for crew candidates at the U. was married to Miss MIRIAM MYERS, of P. was BRENTON G. WALLACE, O. of San Francisco, Cal., at Kyoto, Japan. P. C. '09. Mr. and Mrs. WESTERMANN are now ALFRED L. TWELLS, O. P. C. 'o9, is living in Kobe, Japan. at present connected with the First Na- JAMES IRVING, O. P. C. 'об, is tional Bank of Philadelphia. '06 in business with his father in J. PAUL BURLEIGH, O. P. C. '09, Chester, Pa. was on the golf team which the Uni- 5 6 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. versity of Pennsylvania sent to Man- chester, Mass., to compete in the Inter- '10 NORMAN L. BARR, O. P. C. '10, is putting up a splendid In Old Ireland collegiate Golf Championship Tourna- game on the Penn Freshman football ment. team, whereof he has been elected cap- One of the mainstays of the Haver- tain. C Schwary ford College football team is OLIVER One of the candidates for the Rut- By HENRY N. FALLON, Secunda. M. PORTER, O. P. C. 'o9, who is play- gers College football team is J. LAW- ing fullback. SON BAILEY, O. P. C. 'IO. W HILE visiting friends in Ireland building, we discussed what places of RONALD O. SHRIGLEY, O. P. C. 'o9, this summer, the events of one interest we should most like to see. We RICHARD M. MARSHALL, O. P. C. was chairman of the Sophomore Poster '10, is playing end on the Freshman day in County Louth proved espe- were all unanimous in our selection of Committee at Penn. cially interesting. This county is one Monasterboice and New Grange. It football team at the U. of P. of the most historic counties of Ire- was decided that after luncheon we land, and in it were fought the battle should motor to Monasterboice, where of the Boyne and several Danish battles. were some celebrated Irish crosses, and After we had witnessed the last flight then to New Grange, an artificial CONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN NORTH of DREXEL in his monoplane, as he mound built by the Firbolgs about gracefully circled around the beautiful three thousand years before Christ as Conqueror of the frozen North To thee Some there may be who ask what thou Leopardstown race course outside of a burial place for one of their kings. Be honor, glory, praise, and last, our hast done- Dublin, now swerving downwards, now It did not take us long to reach ascending higher and higher until al- Monasterboice, passing through a few song, What purpose serves the winning of most lost in the clouds, and now grad- country graveyards, quite neglected, Small tribute to thy struggle, cruel ually descending again in circles, the and estates and thrifty farms. Mon- thy goal- train began to move. We had spent asterboice seemed to me just like a little and long, country graveyard, long disused and Who always scorned thy valiant faring an anxious half hour, as we had been Across the barriers of an icy sea. told by the guard that the first train overgrown with grass, with no paths forth. out would not start before five o'clock, to walk on. At one end stood a round Long years of toil, long years of con- which meant that we should not be able tower, beside which were two Irish To those our answer is that thou hast to take the train from Dublin to County crosses. One of these is the finest of stancy won- Louth, where we had been invited to its kind in the world. It consists of Thy mind its purpose held, and ever stay a few days. As usual, however, three parts, the base, the body and the Achieved that which thy ever daunt- luck was in our favor, as the train top. The shaft, arms and circle of the strong started at twenty minutes to five, giv- cross are all one piece. On one side less soul And faithful to thy self-set task, ing us time to make the train to Louth. are carved scenes from the Scriptures, Had prayed to gain. Hail! Con- We were SO late, however, that the such as EVE handing ADAM an apple through wrong only seats we could find were in the and CAIN killing ABEL, while on the Thou comest thy laurels earned queror of the North! dining car. They say that it is sad to other side were sculptured the Cruci- see happiness through another man's fixion and heads of cherubim. Under triumphantly. W. L. I.-O. P. C. '07. eyes, but it is sadder still to sit by and the right arm is a hand, supposed to watch others enjoy their dinner when be the hand of God blessing the world, you have not time to eat and know you and under the other are three heads must ride six or seven Irish miles be- of monks, judging from their draperies, fore sitting down to a square meal. entwined with serpents devouring their However, Castle was reached, tails. and we were whirled away in the dusk The other cross was about eight feet in our friend's motor, only catching higher (the former being fifteen feet fleeting glimpses of the surrounding high), but it was not SO impressive or country and of a long avenue of trees well preserved, nor was the carving on leading up to Wm- House. it SO good. The secret of the preserva- The morning after our arrival at tion of the crosses lies in the nature Wm- House, a large but homelike of the stone, which is a hard sandstone. 7 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 9 8 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. The third cross was in a far corner. from a sign that the caretaker lived a THE UNDER DOG Its height could not be judged, as the quarter of a mile down the road. After base had been restored, and there was we had walked a good half mile we By THURSTON J. DAVIES, Prima. very little ornamentation on it. came to a small house, in which we. On one side of the tower, and be- surely thought the caretaker lived. We T HE Greatest Show on Earth" had and in a few weeks the incident was tween it and the crosses, were the ruins were told, however, that she lived a been on the road two weeks, and forgotten by everybody. of two old chapels built of flat stones mile farther down the road, and an was now in the city of Leaming, Ohio. One day, four years afterwards, and blackened by age, the remnants of Irish mile at that, SO we went back for It was a one-night stand, and, as it was Hogan stood talking with the general Monasterboice. the motor. We wasted an hour's time a pleasant evening near the end of manager of the BARNUM Bros. Circus, Monasterboice was founded by St. before we finally succeeded in finding April, the tent was well crowded. The with which he was now traveling. BOETUS about the sixth century. This her. show had already begun, and the help- "There's going to be a new man saint, who was a disciple of St. PAT- Beside the entrance was a large stone ers had started to take down the tents with us for a while," said the general RICK, lived for some time amongst the carved over with spirals, the ends of containing the menagerie and side manager. "A fellow named Lindal, Picts of Scotland, whose king, NEC- which have never been found. They shows, and to pack them on the flat a newspaper reporter who wants to get TAN, he converted. He died in 521. are of a much older date than the Fir- cars, in order to have plenty of space material for a story of circus life, SO Monasterboice was one of the most bolgs. This stone originally blocked for the removal of the "big top." The I guess you had better go a little easy flourishing monasteries of Ireland until the entrance, but was removed to ad- men were at work under the direction with the men. If any trouble got into the thirteenth century, when it was mit entrance to the cave. of the foreman, "Reddy" Hogan, who the papers, it would give the show a abandoned. After crawling on our hands and was, indeed, a hard taskmaster. He bad reputation, and we don't want to Now let me describe as far as pos- knees for about twenty-five yards we was noted throughout the circus as a lose any money." sible the round tower. It was built of reached the main chamber of the cave. brutal foreman, and many a poor man "I shan't get any work out of them the same kind of stone as the chapels It was about twenty feet in height and had felt the force of his fists when he at all if I'm not allowed to do as I and is about eighty feet high now, the same in diameter, and was probably did not move quite fast enough to please please," growled Hogan. though it was originally higher, as it the burial place of the king. The top him. "Well, try and be a little easier on is broken off at the top. At the base was built of large stones, placed one He seemed particularly cross on this them, because he is going to eat and it is about fifteen feet in diameter, and upon another with their ends overlap- night, and the slightest signs of hesita- bunk with the men, and SO will see gradually tapers upwards. It leans ping, until only a small space was left, tion or slowness brought forth a volley everything that goes on. He wants a toward one side, having probably been which was covered by one stone. All of curses and perhaps a blow. His taste of life in a circus, SO you'll have struck by lightning. After climbing up this was covered on the outside of the anger seemed to be directed especially to be careful." four flights of stairs in the dark, for mound with earth and sod. In the toward a new hand, Jack Reynolds, to The reporter was taken on at the the only windows are very small, I middle was a large stone hollowed in whom he seemed to have taken a dis- next stop. He was a well-dressed man reached a little trap door, through the center, which was probably used like at first sight. of about thirty-five years, and was ac- which I crawled out onto the top. as a sacrificial altar, and the walls were The platforms on which the side companied by his stenographer, a me- From there I obtained a splendid view covered with a brownish green fungus show exhibitions took place were the dium sized young fellow, who looked of the surrounding country, dotted here in some places. The whole place was first to be moved. Reynolds was carry- as if he had never done a hard day's and there by tenant houses and even SO damp that when I put my hand on ing a load of boards to one of the work in his life. large estates. the wall it was wringing wet. On three wagons, when Hogan shouted, "Move This stenographer, who was named When I came down, it looked very sides were three smaller chambers about faster there you-ringer!" Frank Lister, became the butt of much like rain, so we hurried on, pass- seven feet high and seven wide. These "I can't move much faster, sir," re- Hogan's coarse jokes, but said noth- ing through a rolling country and were probably the burial places of the plied Reynolds respectfully. ing, only looking at him at times with sometimes through country towns with queen and of less important personages, "I'l teach you to answer me back," a twinkle in his eyes, which Hogan thatched roofs on the houses. Once and were filled with large fragments of shouted Hogan, now thoroughly angry, thought was a sign of cowardice. we passed the ruins of an old castle rocks. and, picking up a riding whip which Lindal had been with the show two overgrown by ivy and dark with age, When we had had our pictures taken was lying near, he hit him on the head weeks, and had as yet made no com- and the site of the battle of the by the light of magnesium wire, we with it, inflicting a deep scalp wound ment on any conduct of Hogan's, ex- Boyne. retreated through the same passage and and rendering him unconscious. Re- cept once when he found him cruelly Not having much time we did not were once more in the sunlight. We covering in a few minutes, Reynolds beating a man who had in some way stop at the Dowth mound, but went on then climbed into the motor and whirled was allowed to go to the sleeping car, displeased him. to New Grange, which we reached home in the dusk, thus ending a very but the next morning he was missing, Lindal stood watching him for a after a very pleasant drive. We learned interesting day. IO THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. II minute, and then said quietly, "I think "Well, be sure and do it up right, "Yes, I am Jack Reynolds. When cine. You have no doubt heard of Jack he's had enough now." and if you do I'll give you the money I left the circus I drifted to South Fitzcorbett, who lost the world's cham- Hogan, turning around and perceiv- I win from him." America. There I struck it rich and pionship on a fluke? Well, he was the ing him for the first time, said angrily, "Don't worry about that. I'll fix him became a millionaire. When I came man you fought to-day. I had to pay "What business is it of yours? and so that he won't make fun of me any back to North America I had not for- five thousand dollars to get him, but I what are you going to do about it any- more." gotten you and what you did to me, got you in your tender spot, your way?" There was a big crowd on hand that and I determined to pay you back. I pocket, too. And the next time you "Nothing much," said Lindal, pull- afternoon, for all were anxious to see decided to hire the best fighter I could want to bully a man, don't select the ing out a small, pearl-handled COLT how well Lister could fight. He was and give you a dose of your own medi- 'under dog.' revolver; "but I think you had better not conceded to have much chance with let him go now." Hogan, who outweighed him by over Hogan loosened his hold on the man, twenty-five pounds. who quickly got out of sight, and then A ring was formed by ropes ex- THE MYSTERY OF THE DUNKIRK PEARLS turned away and walked off without a tending from the poles of the tent, and word. By SAMUEL L. GERSTLEY, Prima. then the men stripped for the fight. A few days afterwards, at dinner, Hogan merely took off his shirt and (With Apologies to CONAN DOYLE.) Hogan was boasting about his fighting stripped to the waist, but Lister, upon prowess, and said that he had never yet discarding shirt and pants, appeared T HE event which I am about to re- then, giving the boy a sixpence, dis- seen the man he could not whip. in regulation fighting costume, and a late happened several years ago, missed him. "By the way," said Lindal, "Frank murmur of surprise arose when the and, while I must obviously alter the "Read it, Watson," he said to me, at here has had a little experience along spectators saw the fine condition of his names and locations, I will endeavor the same time tossing it over. that line. He took boxing lessons in skin and the perfectly formed sinews not to change the facts in the least. This is what I read: "Dunkirk pearls a Y. M. C. A. and was considered a in his arms and legs. Hogan looked Mr. Sherlock Holmes and I had been stolen or lost last night. Please come crack boxer." surprised and a trifle disconcerted, but taking a Christmas vacation in the hills to London at once. Will call at your "What, that sissy," sneered Hogan, when time was called he sprang swiftly of Scotland. We were just then wait- house three thirty. Lady Dunkirk." "why he couldn't whip a twelve-year- from his corner and made a wild lunge ing for the boy to bring us our guns, "Are you going I asked. old boy." at his opponent. Lister stepped aside. for we had planned to go deer hunting. "Yes, and we had better hurry, SO as "Well, for the fun of it," said Lin- tapped him on the side of the cheek and "Do you know, Holmes," said I, "that to catch the ten o'clock train." dal, "I'll match him against you, and the fight was on. After the first min- we have been here nearly a week?" * * * * * what's more, I'll bet as much as you ute it could be seen that Lister was a "Yes," he replied; "yes, Watson, and "Well," said Holmes from his lab- want to put up that he can whip you." skilled fighter. He ducked and coun- it is about time that I got back to my oratory, "I should not be surprised if "I'll fight him, all right," said tered, hitting Hogan almost at will. test tubes, and you to your highly em- our client should come before long. In Hogan, "and I'll bet every cent I have A few telling blows, and before he bellished narratives of our little adven- fact," he continued, coming in and in the bank that I can whip him." knew what had struck him, Hogan tures." Here he slightly smiled. joining me in my occupation of view- "Done," said Lindal; "when do you straightened up, his feet flew from un- "Well, doctor, I guess it is about time ing the ever-busy, ever-changing scene want it to come off?" der him, he fell flat on his back and lay we were starting; here comes the boy." on Baker Street, "I suppose this is her "To-morrow afternoon in the mess still. About five minutes later he was We walked through the little village ladyship now." tent. The show will be going on and taken to the car, a badly bruised man. in silence, past the dwelling houses, the A carriage, with a handsome pair of we'll have plenty of time, for it won't A little while afterwards Lindal went railroad station, post and telegraph bays, just then pulled up to the curb, take me long to finish him up." to the bunk where Hogan was lying offices, into the open country. It was and a well-trained footman, leaping off "Well, then." said Lindal, "to-mor- and said, "You never saw me before a a brisk, cold morning, and the snow of his box, helped her to alight. A min- row afternoon, without gloves and few weeks ago, did you, Hogan?" the night before lay deep on the ground. ute later she had entered the room. three-minute rounds." "Not that I know of," he replied. Just as we had entered the woods, we "I presume that you are Lady Dun- "That suits me, all right," said "Well, wait a minute." said Lindal, heard a "holloa," and looking around, kirk?" Holmes asked. She was a beau- Hogan. and in a few minutes came back dressed saw our little boy of the hotel, wildly tiful woman, of the ethereal type, and "All right, we'll be on hand." in a rough suit. running toward us. plainly suffering from the shock which "Are you certain you can whip "Now do you know who I am?" he "O Mr. Holmes, here's an important she had endured the day before. him?" said Lindal the next morning. said. telegram for you, Mr. Jackson says," "I am," she answered, endeavoring "Dead sure," replied Lister confi- "Jack Reynolds," said Hogan in he cried out when he came near. to conceal her emotions under a mask dently. amazement. Holmes rapidly glanced over it, and of politeness. Then, losing all reserve, 12 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 13 she suddenly deluged him with a flood dear,' he said, 'we will find them to- you are now engaged in the Dunkirk experienced crook. So eliminating all of appeals. "You will help me in this morrow.' As you can well imagine, case. How are you succeeding?" these, the only one left was the foot- case, won't you, Mr. Holmes? I have Mr. Holmes, I slept but little that "Finely, finely, Mr. Holmes, noth- man. He was a new man, Lady Dun- ever SO much confidence in you, after night. About three o'clock I heard my ing could be better. I expect to have kirk said. He had been acting sus- what you did for my cousin, the husband telephone to Mr. Lestrade, of the pearls to-morrow." piciously of late, and when I questioned Countess of Easterly. Do help me out. the police department. He, Mr. Les- "Indeed! that is interesting. As we him he answered so haltingly that I You know they are heirlooms, and the trade, has interviewed several of the two are also interested in the case, let arrested him. I obtained a great piece Earl's mother gave them to me for a servants, and has, I believe, detained us hear how you have succeeded so of evidence against him from the page. present on my wedding day." some. But somehow, Mr. Holmes, he famously." He affirmed under oath that just as "Now, madam," said Holmes, "please has been unable to throw any light on "Well, Mr. Holmes, I have it all Lady Dunkirk was entering the car- calm yourself, as I can much better help the mystery and I do wish you would worked out here," handing him a neat riage, he saw the footman let the door you if you would but give me a clear use your powers to help me. You will, drawing. " And while you have your swing to and then reach forward to- account of the facts; and do not forget won't you, Mr. Holmes?" own methods, which sometimes do ward Lady Dunkirk to catch hold of it. the minutest details." "Well, madam, I can promise noth- come out right, I brought this along, Of course, he slipped the pearls off "Oh, excuse me, Mr. Holmes," she ing as yet, but I will do as much as I thinking you might like to see it. You then, as it was dark and snowing replied, still greatly agitated, "but you can for you, I assure you. But would understand it was snowing, SO I took heavily." can imagine that I was greatly wrought you mind, madam, if I ask you just an exact copy of the footprints. Here "Ah! yes, Lestrade; a very fine up over this affair. However, I must one or two particulars?" are the footprints of several people case, indeed," murmured Holmes. begin." "Certainly not, Mr. Holmes." that had gone by, and here those of "But don't you think that you have At this juncture Sherlock Holmes "Were there, then, any other per- the ladies and gentlemen themselves. overlooked a few important details?" relaxed his polite attitude, and sank sons whom you passed besides the These are the marks of the page; here, "Well, perhaps," he replied, some- back in his chair, his eyes closed. wardrobe attendant, your husband and those evidently of a loiterer, who was what piqued; "but they must be very "I suppose you know," she began, friends, and the footman?" leaning against a pole, and there, those small ones. Let me hear what you "that the day before yesterday, that is, "No, I do not think so," she slowly of the footman." have to say." Tuesday evening, the Duchess of Staf- said. "Ah! yes; there was the little "Thank you, Lestrade, thank you "In the first place," said Holmes, fordshire gave a ball. Before going, I page that held the umbrella over me as very much. Fine of you, old man, "would not the page, if he had done put on my pearls, at my husband's re- I went to the carriage, for, you remem- fine of you," Holmes cried delightedly. the deed, swear to anything to free quest. I had a very enjoyable evening, ber, it was snowing." "That's all right, Mr. Holmes." himself? Also, does that little broken and about one o'clock I went into the "And do you know how the little "But, as I was saying, Mr. Holmes, window not seem to have some bear- dressing room to put on my cloak. window was broken?" Holmes then I believe I have solved the mystery of ing on the case? And lastly, if it was Just then I heard some one mention asked. this theft. I feel absolutely certain light enough for the page to see the my pearls, at the same time looking at "Well, Mr. Holmes, I believe Stan- that Walters, the footman, is the thief. footman lean forward to catch the me, SO I know I must have had them ton, that is the coachman, said that a I personally examined the attendant, door, could he not have seen him then. You see I am paying attention truck wagon hit the carriage." the page and the footman. Of course, snatch the pearls?" to details. Then the footman helped "Ah! yes," murmured Holmes. these were the only ones that could "H'm, yes," Lestrade answered; "but us into the carriage, and we drove "Well, that is all, I believe. Good possibly have committed the crime. these are all details, mere details. The away. After we had ridden for about day." The wardrobe attendant is an old serv- main facts are already in my grasp. two minutes, I felt a draft on my neck. When Lady Dunkirk had left, ant. She answered all my questions in Well," he said, rising, "I must return I was riding forward, and turning Holmes turned to me and said "Wat- such a straightforward manner that I to my office, as I have some important around, I noticed that the little pane son, I think we shall have a busy day to- immediately put her out of mind. In business to attend to yet. Good night." in the back of the carriage had been morrow. As it is about six o'clock addition, she had been with the duchess The next morning when I arose, shattered. However, I merely moved now, we can do nothing more. But for many years, and has never been Sherlock Holmes had already left. out of the draft, and the time in the wait, I think I will call up our friend, even suspected of the slightest dis- Knowing that he might not be back carriage passed very agreeably. We Lestrade, and ask him to join us in honesty. Next, as to the page, he had until late, I went out to do some of had just alighted-my husband and I our evening meal." all that he could do in holding the the scanty shopping we two needed. - when my husband exclaimed, We three had quite a pleasant din- large umbrella over the ladies and gen- It was about two o'clock when I re- 'Evelyn, where are your pearls?' I ner, and only when we had finished and tlemen, and also they were so close turned. I thought for a while, trying felt at my throat. They were gone! were smoking did Holmes approach the together. and hurrying SO much, that to figure out the case by my friend's I was SO shocked that I very nearly subject in hand. to do the deed then would have, in- methods, but arriving at no other solu- swooned. 'Don't be worried about it, "I hear, Lestrade," he said, "that deed. been a job worthy of the most tion than that of Lestrade, I gave it 14 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 15 up, and sat down to write some of ing several theories, everything went able leap to that carriage, most remark- shoe, had stopped about nine feet from Sherlock Holmes' adventures. Before smoothly. But I cannot tell you the able!" the back of the carriage, and as the I had been writing half an hour, my story yet, as I am awaiting the real cul- "Thank you sir, thank you," he said, man had not stopped there, he must friend arrived, and by his countenance prit. Here he comes now. Take this smiling grimly. have jumped to the carriage, quite a I judged that he had succeeded finely. (here he handed me a revolver), you "Well, to resume, fortune favored noteworthy leap. "It's all finished, Watson, the case may need it." you-Lady Dundirk sitting in front of "My next step was to find out who is done. Really, one of the most in- At that instant a man entered. He the opening. You removed the pearls, was his accomplice, for some one else teresting I have had yet. No, I can't was tall and thin, but muscular look- dropped off and went away. Then you must have broken the window. Nat- tell you about it now; her ladyship is ing. He had a keen face, and I judged sent a cipher letter to Stanton, asking urally, I thought of the coachman, be- coming in a few minutes, and I must him to be about twenty-five years of him where he could meet you, which is cause either he or the footman is al- be ready." age. the direct cause of your arrest." ways in the stable or on the carriage. In a few minutes he reappeared, and "How do you do, Mr. Jack Thorn- "That's wonderful, but I can't see I went to the room above the stable, at the same time Lady Dunkirk arrived. ton? Just sit down a minute. Harry yet how you did it; SO would you do with a revolver in my pocket, in case "Mr. Holmes," she cried, "how are Stanton is an old friend of mine, and me the great favor of explaining?" I should need one, and found the coach- you succeeding? Mr. Lestrade said he will be here to see you presently." "Very well. Here, doctor, is your man reading a letter. When I came he to-day that a new turn of affairs has "Look here," he cried, "this is con- chance." This to me. "I selected the quickly shoved it in a drawer. I asked completely baffled him. Oh, I hope foundedly strange. Hal wrote that we line of least resistance. Mr. Lestrade, of to see it, and received a surly refusal. you have better news." would be alone-And here! what do the police department, had shown pretty This increased my suspicions. I slipped "I have madam, I have," he said, you mean by this?" conclusively that neither the attendant the 'bracelets' on to preclude all danger, with an elation that surprised me. Just at that moment Holmes had nor the page could have done it, SO I and then looked at the letter. From "Here are your jewels." He reached walked over, and snap! the handcuffs questioned the footman myself. As the jumble of letters I knew it to be a into his coatpocket and drew out the were on his wrists. far as I could see, his hesitation came cipher. He immediately cried out that most magnificent rope of pearls I had "It is no use struggling, Thornton; solely from nervousness. He told his it was a letter from his sweetheart. ever seen. I know the whole story," Holmes said story without any conflicting points at I told him that we would see about it "Mr. Holmes," she cried delightedly, calmly. all. So I let him go. Then that little later, and left him in the tender care "you really can never know how much "Well, how in the deuce?" he ejacu- window attracted my attention. The of Sergeant Donolly. I have had great I thank you. I am sure lated. "How did you manage this, pole of a truck, you must know, is experience in ciphers, Thornton, and "Madam," said Sherlock Holmes, anyway? You've got me, all right, but only, as a rule, three feet nine inches although this one was most ingenious, suavely interrupting, "the pleasure is I wish you'd tell me how you did it." from the ground, and it must have been I made it out and then wrote you the no more yours than mine. I have in "In the first place," said Holmes, an exceptional pole that could shatter letter to come here." my collection now one of the most de- "let me see if I have your story this window, five feet and some inches Sherlock Holmes then telephoned to lightful adventures I have ever had." straight. You and Stanton are old high. On close examination, the car- Lestrade, and I turned to my pen to "I am glad to hear it, Mr. Holmes, friends, and you two decided to do this riage also bore some fresh scratches on complete my stories of his adventures. for if there was anything that I could and get off together. Naturally you the spring, SO then the solution sprang In a few minutes Lestrade came to do for you to show my appreciation, pondered over the way to do it for a to my mind. All that I needed now take his prisoner, and Holmes said to I would most certainly do it. And I long time, and finally produced this was corroboration. I saw that a num- him, laughingly. "Yes, Lestrade, some- suppose that you would be very much plan. On some dark night, when her ber of footprints, all from the same times my theories do come out right." pleased for me to leave you to your ladyship had gone to an affair with her other important cases, SO I will say jewels on, Stanton was to break the good-by." window pane behind. You, being ath- STRENGTH LIST "Holmes," said I, "if this case does letic, would cling to the back of the I REIFSNYDER Blue Upper Prima. 15 ALLEN Blue Upper Prima. not hold the record for mystery it cer- carriage, and through this small hole 2 RIDINGS Blue Upper Prima, I6 BOWER Secunda. 2 SHOEMAKER Yellow Upper Prima. 17 ROWLAND Yellow Upper Prima. tainly holds the record for speed. I take the pearls. To preclude all spying 4 RADLEY Upper Prima. 18 LAWSON Yellow Prima. Yellow Upper Prima. 19 LUMLEY Yellow Prima. do not see how you could possibly have whatever, you made a code, which, 5 CLARKE 6 BICKLEY Yellow Upper Prima. 20 GIMBEL Yellow Upper Prima. conducted it SO quickly. It is abso- however, has proved your undoing. 7 KRUGER Blue Upper Prima. 20 JESS Blue Upper Prima. lutely wonderful." Tuesday night was the first opportunity 8 BARNES Blue Upper Prima. 22 MOYN Blue Upper Prima. "No, Watson, you are mistaken. that came, and you took it. There was 9 BICKLEY Blue Upper Prima. 23 FREEMAN Blue Upper Prima. 10 ORLEMANN Yellow Upper Prima. 24 FRANKISH Yellow Upper Prima. This case is not wonderful, but inter- one small difficulty, which your activ- II POHLIG Yellow Prima. 25 McCAFFERTY Yellow Upper Prima. esting. When I arrived on the right ity, however, conquered, and that was 12 ANDREWS Yellow Prima. 25 KOONS Yellow Upper Prima. track, and I did last night, after try- the snow. You made a most remark- 13 HORNER Yellow Upper Prima. 25 PARSONS Blue Upper Prima. 14 GARDINER Upper Prima. 000 ATHLETICS 000 Junior Page 000 000 FOOTBALL PENN CHARTER, 12; ST. LUKE'S, O. thirty-yard line. SHOEMAKER made THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND. have changed color. They are of a O N October 7, Penn Charter opened twenty yards on a forward pass, and its football season with a victory LUMLEY made five on a line plunge. IN the middle of a lake in Canada darker, richer green, and the blossoms SHOEMAKER carried the ball over the lies a solitary island. So desolate, seem to be more dainty and delicate over St. Luke's School at Wayne. The lonely and cold does it look that one than you have ever seen them. score was I2 to O. Penn Charter out- line for another touchdown, then kicked shudders at the thought of approaching The trees are not the only things played St. Luke's in every point of the the goal. In the fourth period Penn Charter it. Those who have ventured near which seem to have changed. The game, except kicking and forward again had the ball on St. Luke's three- have come back with terrible tales. grass has suffered the same change as passing. SHOEMAKER was easily the star yard line, but was unable to score. The Some say vile odors and cold, damp the leaves and the flowers the same as final score was I2 to o' in Penn Char- winds come from the mouths of many the blossoms. You look out over the player of the contest, making consistent caves and caverns; others say hideous fields and the daisies and buttercups are gains both through the line and around ter's favor. The line-up: the ends. He made all of Penn Char- creatures and serpents dwell there, and much more beautiful than during the still others tell of castles where misty day, and it is the same with the other ter's twelve points. The entire team PENN CHARTER. ST. LUKE'S. did good work, but LUMLEY'S tackling KOONS left end white and ghostlike figures dart hither flowers. HARVEY ALLEN and line plunging and INGERSOLL'S end left tackle COIT and thither. The birds are changed, too. I have ANDERSON left guard NORTON If anyone chances to go ashore on often thought that the birds must be running deserve special notice. It was (ANDREWS) the island he never comes away, and very doleful creatures, as they were al- decided to have seven and one half CLARKE center MOODY ORLEMANN minute quarters. right guard SHAKESPEARE people can only guess his fate. No ways working hard or else on the look- (POHLIG) The game started at four, and after birds ever take refuge from the com- out for cats. I knew that some birds LUMLEY right tackle MOORE three minutes of play SHOEMAKER car- right end ing storm there or even approach it. were happy, as they often chirped out DANENHOWER BAINS WARREN quarter-back CARMAN DAVIS, into a beautiful song, but I thought ried the ball over the goal line for a PRICE SHOEMAKER left halfback SCHROEDER Then of Quinta. they must have a very unrestful life. touchdown, then kicked a goal. INGERSOLI right halfback PUTNAM Indeed this is SO in the daytime, but There was no scoring in the second JOHNSTONE fullback WHITNEY THE EARLY MORNING. in the early morning, when there are period, though Penn Charter carried FEW people have seen the beauty ot no cats and bad boys to be on the look- the ball within three yards of St. Luke's FOOTBALL SCHEDULE, 1910 the early morning. They may rise out for, they are quite different. They goal line. St. Luke's intended to kick, Fri., Oct. 7.-St. Luke's, 0: P. C., 12. early, but they do not watch the go about chirping busily, and after a but were prevented by the Penn Charter Fri., Oct. 14.-Chestnut Hill, 0: P. C., O. Tues., changes which come over the world. morning meal has been gotten for their ends, and SO made a forward pass, Oct. 18.-P.I.D., 0; P. C., 3. Fri., which netted them twenty yards. They Oct. 21.-FRIEND'S CENTRAL, o; P. C., If one rises early when the first of young, they sit upon the limbs of the O. the sun's rays are shining on the beau- trees chirping merrily to the little birds, kept the ball in midfield for the re- Fri., Oct. 28.-EPISCOPAL us. Penn Charter tiful trees and flowers one seems to be while the latter swallow the worms se- mainder of the period. -home. Fri., Nov. LANCEY US. Penn Charter in perfect bliss. You seem to be in a cured by the hard work of their par- In the third period Penn Charter -away world by yourself. Nothing related to ents. The birds seem to be more like kicked off to St. Luke's. ANDERSON Fri., Nov. II.-Swarthmore vs. Penn Char- mankind can be heard; in fact, there men and women as they talk to each tackled the St. Luke's man on their ter-home. Fri., Nov. 18.-GERMANTOWN us. Penn Char- are no noises at all. It is true now and other in their language. twenty-five-yard line. Penn Charter ter-home. then the leaves rustle in the early morn- All this the early riser takes in and held St. Luke's for downs on their I. A. A. A. games are capitalized. ing breeze, but SO soft is the rustling he thinks how lovely it would be if the that one does not notice it. world were always like this. He re- If you have never seen this picture solves to rise early soon again and view before. you look around and try to find this beautiful sight. the beauty of this scene. Ah! Now His thoughts are interrupted by a you know why some people like to rise distant sound. What is it? A hor- early in the spring. The trees seem to rible screeching, so unlike this quiet be different objects than those you see morning. One seems to awake from a 16 during the day. Their leaves seem to dream. He listens. The sound comes 17 I8 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 19 again. Ah! Now he knows what it THE CAPTURE OF QUEBEC, SEPTEMBER MONTCALM was also mortally AN UNEXPECTED GIFT. is. It is the early train to the city. His 18, 1759. wounded, and when told he had but a peaceful reverie is over. The world few hours to live, said, "Thank God, I IT was the night before Christmas JAMES WOLFE, the hero of Quebec, awakes at the sound of that whistle. was born in Westerham, Kent, on Jan- shall not live to see Quebec surren- and all was quiet save a little The dogs begin to bark, people and uary 2, 1727, and was the son of Lieu- dered." In a few days Quebec passed scratchy noise at the back door of wagons are seen on the street, but worst tenant-General EDWARD WOLFE. from French into English hands, Sep- the house. All the Christmas pres- of all the beautiful Paradise which was tember 18, 1759. ents were laid out on the big parlor He was a brave. young officer, and a minute ago is past. was chosen by Prime Minister PITT to table, where they were awaiting the The trees and flowers turn into their JAMES C. STAFFORD, take command of an expedition against morn, when they should surprise the old selves and as one gazes out of the Quebec, the most important place in Then of Quinta. children. window it is the same old world again. Tom and Harry occupied the big possession of the French. HENRY P. VAN DUSEN, With an army of ten thousand men DANIEL BOONE. third story front room. Suddenly Tom Then of Quinta. awoke. He thought he heard a noise, he set out to capture this important IN Bucks County, Pa., on the but he wasn't sure. He lay quiet for a city, which was situated on steep and HOW THE VIOLETS TURNED PURPLE AND eleventh of February, 1735, was born few minutes and heard the noise re- lofty cliffs overlooking the St. Law- WHITE. an American pioneer whose name re- rence, and protected by a strong fort- peated. It gave him a thrill of fear. minds one of the western life. FOR a long time there had dwelt in Tom located the noise at the back of the ress, the key to Canada. When he was eighteen his father Wood Glen and Spring Meadow many house. Then he said to himself over WOLFE and his army tried for three moved to North Carolina and settled happy families of fairies and elves. and over again, "What can it be?" months to find a weak spot where they on the banks of the Yadkin River. Fairies, liking the open and the sun best, might make an attack, but were unable Then suddenly, "I wonder if it is a DANIEL married in the year I755 and lived on the edges of Spring Meadow, to find one. remained a farmer, until his love for burglar! where a delightfully cool and babbling Later WOLFE'S keen eyes spied a He jumped up and awoke his brother little brook passed from the dark woods nature tempted him to go on an ex- pathway up the rugged side of the cliffs Harry. Then they both tiptoed their into the free open meadow. The elves, ploring expedition, six years later. along the river bank some distance way to the back of the house and liking the dark woods better, had their Three years after this he joined an- above the city; SO one dark night opened the window. They looked out home on the edges of the same stream other party of hunters and explored and were frightened to see black ob- WOLFE'S army floated quietly down the on a soft moss bank, where it was along the Cumberland River, until he river in boats and landed at the foot ject creeping toward the house. lovely to rest in the hot summer days. grew tired of North Carolina life and of the rocky heights. They pulled Suddenly Harry exclaimed, "It's now moved with his family to Kentucky. These little folk loved each other, at the door!" Harry's surmise was themselves and their cannon up the BOONE had already explored Kentucky and in the fall you could see them correct. Just then the moon came out steep ascent, and, reaching the top, and had had experiences with the In- sculling up or down the stream in their from under a cloud and revealed to overpowered the guard who was too dians there. He was accompanied by leaf canoes to call on their friends. But much astonished to resist. them a big, black dog. other families, and they, being attacked one day an old fairy who had been re- "He looks like our Tige, doesn't he, In the morning WOLFE'S men were proached for her wickedness started a by their enemies, were forced to re- drawn up in line of battle on the Plains Harry?" remarked Tom. quarrel by saying, "We fairies have treat a little way, with six of their party of Abraham, less than a mile from Tige was their dog which had run much the better and nicer home, be- slain, including BOONE'S eldest son, Quebec. away some two months before. They cause we have the lovely sun and fresh JAMES. BOONE led surveying parties MONTCALM was SO astonished at had thought he must be dead, but air and grass, and we have the shade, into Kentucky, while he left his family what the English had done, that he going to the door, they found that on the Clinch River. He realized that too, for are not our homes on the edge it was indeed their long-lost Tige. would not wait for an attack, but led of the forest?" a fort was needed and he built one on his army out on the open plain, where He jumped up and lapped their faces the fork of the Hosten and Kentucky Then there arose a friendly argu- a terrible battle took place; the French with joy. Tom and Harry were Rivers and called it Boonesburgh. He ment which soon grew into a dispute overwhelmed with gladness. and too could not stand the fire of the English. and they began to grow purple and moved his family here and began ex- WOLFE was twice pierced with bul- happy to sleep much for the rest of white with rage. The sun looking down ploring. lets, but refused to give up until he the night. To Tom's and Harry's He died on the sixth of September, saw instead of peace and quiet, anger was mortally wounded. It was hard minds, Tige was the best present they 1822. His remains are buried in a and hatred. He said nothing, but next for him to die as long as the issue was received. morning the banks of the stream were cemetery at Frankford. in doubt, but in his last moments he covered with purple and white violets. heard the shout of victory, and said, J. FRED HARNED. ROBERT L. HUNTER. MAURICE J. HOOVER, "Now, God be praised, I shall die in Then of Quarta. Then of Quarta. Then of Quinta. peace." THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. 21 EXCHANGES would have your regular issue instead pears with thirteen collars on; as an of abbreviating the most important part old sergeant explained, one for each of your magazine just because of the company and one for the band. The incident of graduation. "Black Camel" is a good detective story and is well worked out. In this depart- We acknowledge with thanks the re- if it contains as good material as the The June number of the Blue and ment we also find "The New Astron- ceipt of the following exchanges since Midway. Therefore we suggest, Mid- White is much better than most grad- omy," a very clever little essay on the our last issue. way, that for the best interests of your uation numbers. First, terms of astronomy which are used in Academy Scholium, Blightonian, magazine you change the form of your Blue and White because it has not neg- funny ways. The exchange depart- Blue and White, Breeze, Brown and magazine. As for the contents, we find glected the regular de- ment is very well kept up and has a White, Caliper, Carteret, Chronicle, that they are very acceptable. The first partments, then because it is filled with great number of witty jokes. Columbia Alumni News, Danaid, story is entitled, "The Passing Show," numerous cuts of classes and teams and Dome, Dragon, Harvard Bulletin, Har- and is a humorous account of the trials has many photographs of players, etc., The commencement number of the vard Illustrated Magazine, Harvard of the box office man, who has many taken by the "Kamera Klub." The Sentinel contains many fine stories; Lampoon, Haverfordian, High School only article on the closing exercises of among these is "Faith- troubles from society girls, country Chronicle, High School Record, Horæ people and persons who are hard to the school is entitled, "Closing Day." Sentinel ful After Death," Scholastica, Hotchkiss Record, Iris, suit. "Mac's Answer" is a peculiar This amply fills the need of a descrip- "Death Valley" and Lawrenceville Literary Magazine, Me- tion of the exercises. In addition we "A Little Auto Shall Lead." The best kind of a story, since the end is SO evi- gunticook, Mercersburg News, Mer- dent. A young man is captured in war, find a very good story and a fine of these is undoubtedly "Death Val- cersburg Academy Literary Magazine, and unless he tells the plans of his gen- Alumni Department. ley," which is a story of a young man Midway, Mirror, Megaphone, Old Gold eral he will be put in prison. Of course, who, because another fellow is in love and Blue, Old Penn Weekly Review, he doesn't tell, and there the story ends. We were greatly interested in re- with his girl, goes west and joins a Oracle (P. H. S.), Oracle (E. L. H. It is so short and SO inadequate gen- ceiving this month a magazine from western company. His sweetheart, S.), Pennsylvanian, Peirce School erally that it is hardly worth printing. Alaska called the who has come west to visit her father's Alumni Journal, Premier, Purple and "Out of the Storm" is a very good Totem Totem. It is a very mines, sees him when some Indians at- White, Quarterly Tatler, Red and ranch story about a man who was out good one and con- tack them. Of course, it all comes out Black (C. M. T. S.), Rutland High in a thunder storm on horseback. He tains stories and a couple of essays. In right in the end. School Notes, Saint Paul's Life, Sen- had a sudden premonition and threw addition there is an account of the sen- tinel, Spectator, Spice, Swarthmore himself from his horse just as a flash ior play, which must have been very in- The Hora Scholastica publishes as Preparatory School Quarterly, Totem, of lightning struck it, thus saving his teresting. There is an excellent alumni its June number a very interesting Triangle, Trident, Trinity Tripod, own life. Altogether the contents of department, but no exchanges. The issue called the "Jubi- Vaile-Deane Budget, Vexillum, Vigor- the Midway make very good reading. latter is the only serious fault we have Horae Scholasticae Number." This nia, Williams Literary Monthly, Yale to find. It might be better if you col- consists of letters from Alumni Weekly. — Alleynian, Blue, We have noticed that in many of our lected all your reading matter under former editors and other alumni about Chronicle, Cliftonian, Elizabethan, Fet- exchanges the June or commencement one heading. Altogether your maga- the first part of the existence of the tesian, Harrovian, Leys Fortnightly, Chronicle number is taken up zine is pleasing, Totem, and we hope Horæ, while in addition to these there Marlburiam, Meteor, Uppingham School Magazine, Wellingtonian, (H.P.H.S.) wholly with the occur- you will become a regular exchange. is a complete history of the magazine rences of class day, and a great quantity of alumni notes. Wykehamist. graduation, etc. Our attention was In the "Belles Lettres" of the Mir- This number gave a good chance for first called to this fact when we glanced ror we find two very good stories. The appropriate editorials and contains sev- The first magazine that we happened over the pages of the Chronicle and first one is entitled, eral very good ones. Besides the maga- to pick up was the Midway, and as we found that practically the whole maga- Mirror "The Purp," and is a zine there is a set of pictures of vari- turned its pages it zine was about the festivities of that story of a yellow cur ous parts of St. Paul's School which Midway struck us how much occasion. We by no means mean that which insists upon following a Mon- extremely interesting. We find pic- better it would be if the Chronicle is the only offender, but terey regiment and soon becomes a pet tures of the ponds, chapel, library and the Midway were made up of larger it is a fair example. In the case of the among the men; but the colonel ob- the school buildings, which give us a pages instead of the very small rec- Chronicle we find a couple of editorials jects and orders that all dogs without good idea of the school. The Horæ tangle that we now read. For on the and a short athletic department. but no collars shall be got rid of. However, has certainly made a success of this whole it seems as though a magazine exchanges or alumni notes; this is bet- one of the men runs the guard and the number and we congratulate the should have life-size pages, especially ter than in some, but we wish that you next day at parade "The Purp" ap- editors. 20 22 THE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE. THE NAME OF The Haverfordian has a very quaint The Elizabethan has an article upon story of a girl of Puritan descent who cricket which tells of the hard luck the Stands was sent to college "to Westminster school Gilborb Haverfordian be appreciated," se- for Elizabethan cricketers had in Eng- cured several minor de- land on account of the THE BEST IN PHOTOGRAPHY grees and then started to work for a weather. Our experience was just the Ph.D. While engaged in this occu- opposite here, as we had a most suc- The Gilbert Studios have been for many years recog- pation she began an acquaintance with cessful season, with plenty of good nized as the leading Studios for all college work. a young man whose desk was next to weather. It is said in this article that hers. Soon this studious Puritan be- 926 Chestnut St. the young players cannot cope with the C. M. GILBERT Philadelphia 1210 Chestnut St. gan to think she was in love. One af- difficulties presented by unfavorable ternoon when her friend took her home weather conditions nearly SO well as he asked her to be ready to go out that the regular players. This certainly is a TRY A BUY GOOD CLOTHES evening; he would stop for her. She true saying. On the few occasions Don't be a "ready-made' man nor was ready on time and was put into a when we had bad weather our fellows Honey Nougat Sundae a cheap-tailored man. Pay a good cab. He then told her he was going who were unused to playing in the wet price for your clothes and have the to get married. She started to cry out felt greatly handicapped. Besides this satisfaction of being dressed as well as the next fellow. that she didn't want to get married, article on cricket we find a department and then did not realize anything till headed, "Hall Epigrams." Under this later the young man told her to con- caption are selections from the verses Whitman's Mahlon Bryan & Co. 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As officers to serve for three years are to be elected at this meeting and questions of interest to members may come up for consideration, it is to be hoped there will be a good attendance. Following the business session, reports from members on last season's activities will be in order. The Ninth Annual Dinner will take place at the same address on the evening of the same day at seven o'clock. Professor Herschel C. Parker, will give an illustrated account of his last attempt on Mt. McKin- ley and Miss Dora Keen will show a series of lantern slides illustrating her recent climbs in the Chamonix district. A number of distinguished guests are expec- ted to be present who will address the Club on moun- taineering and other subjects. The Committee invites members who possess interesting slides illustrating recent climbs by themselves or others to bring a se- lection with them, previously notifying the Chairman of the Local Committee of their intention. The cost of the dinner will be $3.50, per plate. Members are at liberty to invite guests. Please notify the Chairman of the Committee of your in- tention to be present giving also the names of any personal guests you wish to invite to the dinner. It is hoped all our members will join with the commit- tee in their effort to make this meeting a notable success. Henry G. Bryant, Secretary Herbert L. Bridgman, Chairman of Local Committee Care of The Standard Union Brooklyn, N. Y. 3.5 6000 enformation to main stoCE entM bhz vel orts ni admitto Import ton nobile USS steass A (1) duty 333 United Odw mosning W or bar entival SHI bos, embite orly -00 priced or enerition TO envisament NW adurito tomor's contradO adi anrylinen elasioness reamont Tistis 20 lesal subt 10 THE 200.00 86 Hine 100.00 belt in add - executive or caradil DU TOTAL 01 THEY to side TO one vilton YOUR to suctor orts outs 2019 NO. 03 mount 17 one OF STATE 197 isiw 109 BIRDING treatment not raise THAT New end TWO the baqod at olderon 61 giffform Ridt when 01 thoils niedt D amH - notali Instruet not W A RIME OF THE MODERN MARINER. It is a Modern Mariner, And he stoppeth one of two. " By thy wandering eye, and awful cheek, What would you have us do? " The hotel doors are hard to pass, But we can get within. The public's shy. Some say you lie. We know where you have been." He holds them with his grasping hand: Here is a pole," quoth he. "You bet! We know it, on the maps; And we can add, you see." The nearest cop stood still awhile. He cannot choose but hear; And thus spako on that modest man, The Modern Mariner: The sleds were packed, the whips were cracked; Cheerily did we start. Our easy goal it was the Pole. Exploring is an art. " The sun came up upon the left- Or was it on the right? And just at noon we saw the moon, And knew that It was night. " And then there came both mist and snow; The climate there is queer. But well I knew the way to go, And that the Pole was near. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around; Our latitude was so-and-so- I got it by the sound. " The sun now rose upon the right, But didn't shine for all; The ice was black. the snow was white. There's lots that I recall. " Across the snow my Eskimo, Who'd know the Pole at sight, Rushed on with me in frantic glee- To doubt me isn't right." The nearest cop was grinning then, But never said a word. The Mariner he spoke again, And this is what they heard: " My tale is queer, but you shall hear From my veracious mouth How, overcome, I dropped a tear Where is no north nor south. "That tear It froze, and there uprose An iceberg on the spot. The proofs? I'd give them if I chose- But will not risk a plot." The nearest cop he winked an eye, And came and took a seat: " Begorra, but you're pretty fiyl What did you have to eat?" The glittering eye of the Mariner Was a frightful thing to see, As he pulled a peg from the bulging keg Of his marvelous memory. " Is's awful, and it makes you swear" The Mariner began, '' With hunger, hunger everywhere- And only pemmican." A tear gleamed in his honest eye: Beneath those arctic roofs I thought for hunger I should die---------------------- And, so, % ate my proofel" E.S.V.Z. The Prairie had steam ready for sailing when orders were re- celved delaying her departure until to- morrow. RAYNER RESOLUTION HELD UP. Senate Committee Defers Considera- tion at Request of Knox. Special to The New York Times. WASHINGTON, Dec. 15.-The State De- partment has decided that the Nicaraguan situation will not be helped by Congres- sional interference, and at a meeting of the Senate Committee on Foreign Affairs this morning Secretary of State Knox persuaded the Senators to take no action just now on the Rayner resolution au- thorizing the apprehension of Zelaya. Following special Ambassador Creel's visit to the State Department yesterday in regard to a pacific treatment of the Nicaraguan situation nothing has been said there and Mr. Creel is awaiting to see the President, probably to-morrow. While in some quarters it is believed that the State Department would gladly find itself again in a position where pacific measures could be taken without openly backing down from its communication to Zelaya's representative, there is no in- dication now that Mr. Creel will receive any encouragement. Orders were sent to-day to the Dixle, now at Colon, to return immediately to this country, The Dixie sailed from Philadelphia recently with marines for Panama. It is surmised that the Navy Department wants her back at a home port in order to have her available as a transport should it be desired to dispatch additional marines to Central America. ZELAYA GREEDY FOR WEALTH. Frederick Palmer Tells of Means to Wring Money from People. ** Zelaya and Nicaragua is the title of an article in the forthcoming issue of The Outlook, by Frederick Palmer, who recently wrote a series of articles on the republics south of the Rio Grande for THE NEW YORK TIMES. In proportion to ts wealth, says Mr. Palmer, Nicarague has spent more in military preparations 11 the last ten years than Germany or France, and in proportion to its popula- ion it has more men under arms at the present time than Japan had in Manchu- ria during the war with Russia. Zelaya has a large fortune invested abroad. Mr. Palmer declares, and it is not known whether he really likes his position or is kept in it by fear of his watchful dependents, who know that their perquisites are over when another victor marches into the palace.' He has nipped countless incipient outbreaks, using spies and the telegraph extensively in his operations, writes Mr. Palmer, and he is fond of his troops, on 3,000 or 4,000 of whom he can depend. Practically every staple of existence is a monopoly in Nicaragua," Mr. Pal- mer's article goes on. The sole right of manufacture or sale is granted to a company or to an individual. In return Zelaya either receives a perquisite through Joaquin Passos, his son-in-law, or, if he sees more profit in that direction, an nterest in the investment. He is reputed to own the majority of *the shares of the whiskey monopoly. * Next in order is the tobacco mon- poly, which yields from S0 to 100 per ent. Recently the tariff on petroleum vas raised to increase the pr:ce to the consumer by $10 a case, but Passos, who has the oil monopoly, was allowed to oring in 50,000 cases at the bld rate- quivalent to a gift of $500,000. * * Dr. Luis H. Deboyle has a grip on the whole- "Oh! on and on past the dusk and dawn Where the ghostly regions are, Down the strange, dim ways of the sunless days And under the north's last star, Past the ice-barred gate of the wall of Fate, Unconquered and lone and dumb, The King of the Pole with the dauntless soul Dares the men of the earth to come!" Century Feb, 1907 IN LIGHTER VEIN Sonnets of a Youthful Bard BY NIXON WATERMAN WITH PICTURES BY J. A. WILLIAMS THOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN' OF PEARY ON A HOT SUMMER DAY 0 PEARY ! with the scorchin' summer here And everybody payin' double price For little weeny, teeny bits of ice, It dost no longer seem SO very queer That thou shouldst have the bravery to steer Thy ship up North where it is cool and nice. I 'll bet you smile whilst thinkin' thou hast twice The fun we 're havin' at this time of year. And you can bet if I had gold in bins As thou hast got, in quantities so vast Thou canst not spend it, I 'd buy diamond pins And soda water to the very last ! And I 'd be sorry that I wast not twins So I could spend my fortune twice as fast. THOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN' ABOUT MARY AND HER PET LAMB FULL oft I 've read how Mary's lamb didst go And, by the by, since thou dost understand Where'er his fond and lovin' mistress The pole is an imaginary spot, went, Why not " imagine" thou hast found it and As if the little creature wast content Of time and trouble save an awful lo t? If it could only be where she wast. Oh, Couldst others track thee to that frozen land And prove thou didst not find it? I guess not ! LINES WROTE WHILST THINKIN' WHAT I WOULDST DO WITH CARNEGIE'S GOLD O GREAT Carnegie ! With thy wealth, O my ! I dost not know exactly what I 'd do, But seemst to me I 'd have more fun than you Are havin' with it. Anyhow, if I Hadst money, as they say, " to burn," I 'd try To burn it here, for, oh, 't would make me blue To think I 'd have to smell it burnin' through The endless eons of the by-and-by ! 643 I realize what made it hanker so To be in school that day: it surely meant It loved her ! Yet, that mean, old teacher, bent On bossin' things-he did n't seem to know. Sometimes I get to wishin' I might be A little lamb like Mary's fond and true, With Susan Sanderson as Mary, see? We 'd play amidst the clover sweet with dew, And everywhere that she wast there 'd be me And if she was n't, I'd be elsewhere, too. LINES WROTE ON A SUMMER DAY WHILST THINKIN' OF A SODA FOUNTAIN WHEN I 'm a man I shalt not care to be The President of these United States; I 'dst rather be the drug-store clerk that waits On people at the soda fountain. He Hast lots more first-class fun, it seems to me. For whilst the public dost not get rebates Ma says she 'd gladly pay most any price On soda, he secures it at cut rates, For such a lay-out. And she 's certain And lots of times, perchance, he gets it free ! that Because there wast no servants in your Of course, I know it must be pretty fine flat To hear the brass bands and the big bass drums Is how you camest to call it "Paradise." Come marchin' by the White House all in line And pa says that if Eve had dressed the way Our women do we shouldst have missed And playin', See the Conquerin' Hero the fate Comes Of goin' forth into the world to stray, And, yet, no presidential job in mine. For she 'd be somewhere, still, inside the The soda clerk's the one that gets the plums! gate Delayin' things, as women dost to-day, A-tryin' for to pin her hat on straight. A FEW THOUGHTS THOUGHT ON HEARIN' FOLKS FIND FAULT WITH THE WEATHER I LOVE cold winter weather with the snow A-driftin' on the walks I hast to clear, And frost a-bitin' nose and cheek and ear, With the thermometer away below." I also love the summer when it 's so Red hot that clothes next to you all "adhere" And everybody 's frantic, pretty near, And sayin' things that hot folks do, you know? I love both seasons, but I wish I could SONNET WROTE WHILST THINKIN' OF OUR FIRST Enjoy them whilst they 're with us, for, PARENTS IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN you see, 0 ADAM and O Eve! How very nice It 's winter when the summer seems so good, It must have been to live where you was And summer when the winter pleases at. me. No neighbors anywhere with whom to But, somehow, I have never understood spat, Why either of them whilst it 's here 's Nor any one to give you free advice. "n.g." THE DE VINNE PRESS, NEW YORK THE ICE OF THE NORTH White, immaculate, storm-beaten beaches, lonely sea beyond seas, beyond ken, From the ice of your farthermost reaches, re-echos your challenge to men! They have sought you with worship and wonder; in despair have they sent forth their breath - And for answer - the crash of your thunder, the shiver and silence of death! You have wooed them, aroused them, and quelled them, you have prisoned them fast in your floes, You have drawn them, betrayed and repelled them, and their bones lie a-bleach on your snows. Is your diadem gemmed with star-flowers from those far-flaming fields of the sky, But the sign of a Tyrant whose powers, overthrow, and destroy and defy? Oh! imperious, pitiless regions - snow panoplied hills that entice - Are those silent, impassible legions, but guarding a bosom of ice? Or is it the radiant duty of your rapturous heart of delight, That crimsons with currents of beauty, the dark span of your depolate night? Through the long voiceless twilights that darken your virginal, slumbering, plain, Do you dream of the sunlight, and harken for the voice of the southwind again? Oh! mysteries never beholden by the ages, we question and wait For the ultimate answer withholden in the mist-woven mantle of Fate. By your star-splendid beauty still haunted, in the wake of your moons, we set forth - By your perilous silence undaunted, we follow the call of the North! Margaret Ridgely Partridge. THE ICE OF THE NORTH White, immaculate, storm-beaten beaches, lonely sea beyond seas, beyond ken, From the ice of your farthermost reaches, re-echos your challenge to men! They have sought you with worship and wonder; in despair have they sent forth their breath - And for answer - the crash of your thunder, the shiver and silence of death! You have wooed them, aroused them, and quelled them, you have prisoned them fast in your floes, You have drawn them, betrayed and repelled them, and their bones lie a-bleach on your snows. Is your diadem gemmed with star-flowers from those far-flaming fields of the sky, But the sign of a Tyrant whose powers, overthrow, and destroy and defy? Oh! imperious, pitiless regions - snow panoplied hills that entice - Are those silent, impassible legions, but guarding a bosom of ice? Or is it the radiant duty of your rapturous heart of delight, That crimsons with currents of beauty, the dark span of your desolate night? Through the long voiceless twilights that darken your virginal, slumbering, plain, Do you dream of the sunlight, and harken for the voice of the southwind again? Oh! mysteries never beholden by the ages, we question and wait For the ultimate answer withholden in the mist-woven mantle of Fate. By your star-splendid beauty still haunted, in the wake of your moons, we set forth - By your perilous silence undaunted, we follow the call of the North! Margaret Ridgely Partridge. NEW YORK HERALD, SUNDAY, APRIL 28, 1907.-MAGAZINE SECTION. ~ EXPLORERS by MALCOLM ILLVS RATE D BY ALONZO % KLAW A little man's proud aim /Was to some day win great fame By penetrating frigid Arctie zones; It's the longing of my soul, He declared,' to find the pole, And thus immortalize the Jones! name of KLAW am training with my wife For the rigors of the life; And, to make our constitutions good and hard, Clad in tur trom head to toe, We both sit out on the snow, Or else flounder our be snow-shoes round the yard] KLAW We are III eating blubber too, JONES Which is difficult to do, But we want to grow accustomed to the are: So haven't any doubt, When at last we both set out, We will be in good condition to get there! ELLIS PA e study to see all its beaut could tell her which was atagonia and which the xl of Honduras she had herh ndow and was gasping to orn the new neighbor's pa3 1. But she did not get ut of it, because she kr she looked out of the no walked briskly down the street. Mrs. Tucker lived in a corner house and she was at home. She was glad to see Eliph Hewlitt and welcomed him into the parlor. was after the dinner hour of the Kilo Hotel when the little book agent dropped nto the chair before the hotel again and hervously wiped his face. "Sell a book?" asked the landlord. "I don't know, Eliph' Hewlitt answered veakly "I can't tell yet. My thoughts in't collected yet. Why didn't you say Mrs. Tucker was subject to be took with its?" "Because she ain't," answered the land- ord. "Curlosity is all she is liable to be ook with, so far as know. There ain' oom in her for anything else, she is so full of that." "I've been selling this book. said the Ittle book agent, "ever since-since it was pup, as you might say-and ain't ever een a sadder thing than what saw up at ner house. told you was rootish to try do business to-day. I never saw SOI GOT UP AND WALKED ALONGSIDE OF HER AND woman take on as that Mrs. Tucker did ver the things her new neighbors was noving in. THE BOOK MADE A ROUND TRIP EVERY MINU "Was their things better than her'n?' sked the landlord. "No, it wasn't that," said Eliph' Hewlitt You know what kind a house she lives It is a. corner house, and she welcomed at the colored picture from life of the San family that is moving into town from Rich rancisco earthquake, taken on the spot ne in and took delight in hearing what mond! And if they ain't got a plano! while it was still quaking, and then she ad to say. She was right pleased at the gave a little cry and jumped to the win- suppose they are the stuck up kind. ooks of the illuminated frontispiece, and dow. "The Fall of Port Arthur, painted by hought the steel engraved portrait of It's them new folks moving over from our own artist on the spot where it fell, Roosevelt looked as if he was a good Jefferson, she said, and poked her head said, and she jumped over and took a ghter because he had a face like her look, and then jumped for the next win- out. It wasn't nothing but wash tubs full ncle Wisdom Tucker had before he lost dow. turned over the page and caught of tin pans and such as that. 'Madam,' is teeth and when he used to wrastle her as she was sprinting for the north 71th a grizzly bear every morning before said, the next picture show you is a window, and she gave one glance at the view of Wall street, with Thomas Lawson picture of Flags of All Nations, which RST GAMBI "HAY, WATCHER TALKIN ABOUT? GIVUS THE CENT". ers!' he shouted. The band trooped over in silence until it settled, tail upward, on the is wake, you in its midst. Under a hole dirt. "Say, do yer think yer win every time yer the fence you all crept. How often throw? Yer piker!" The speaker extended ou had seen boys doing that when you 'It's mine. Tail! I win!" you cried. a black looking hand and made dive at vere walking with Mommer, and how you There was a hasty exclamation on the part of some of the boys; then one yelled, 'Sure, your pocket. With all your might you ad longed to know what was behind those struck out at him, your fist landing on his high fences! You soon found out. There it's the kid's. Give It t' him And you hard arm and not hurting in the least. joyously pocketed the coin. Some of the plenty of dirt, old tin cans, remains But the youngster's blood was up. With other boys threw up pennies, fought about bonfires, sorts of looked the one strong shove from his brawny shoul- exate, Salas Home main Commr, Robert Peay, Dear Onl Ena since your lecture has Inemius for your departure m the Ranmeln We Gld Joldias have been us much marested in your monemats and mine whats, and jun mident me may as my conclusive midnee jun preace cl cm balms at ma on the Dale ter asses a Jahstaction having a In an the beement spect Nationally mgrelf I am interested in the Mird Capturen the Garfenate Deny When me heing with Chasser an escing, the he into this hope to hane a wint Should year We at Eligabeth bits er.le, 62, Can Sea by Rospts Thas, E, Truner Nath, yolds Home, mame Robert Pary, U, I, N, me give three chees for Pary, at last, he reached the, goal, The height of his ambition The has crowned it at the Tile M are we by mpathinged with Teary, ofthen we heard that book had won, While Columbia held the lamel wreath, which urged the Victon an, Help Hip lumah granel Peary, Three chear from State of Marine, We mean a feather in on cap And another ytar we gain' It was Teary, grand incentive That has uged Jame others on, yet volumbia holds, the lamel wreath "yem bictory now has won, 2 that a Triumph for our Colors, How the Items thine in the blue, 6m hearts one full, me can but shout, Jon Peny tried and have, (Im bolows wave himphant all doubts and fears are past, with worth and South, goined hand in hand, Tis neietory cut last sefying ice and know inft. you he faced the Boral blast, 6m Stars and Thipes. Shiumphart, The has nailed than to the most Columbia reigns Ga ice Supreme Holds grandest flag The World has seen mile all Ear the erations, Longs of precise Ta Stan and Shipes their voices raise, H loving Wife awaits him now, Wa more he need to roam. The pole star, That athach his life. Is famel in Home sweet It one, Than, E, Thema, evall, Home thaine Mains. Pans, at the Sore, he give Mirer chees for Peary at last, Joe, reachere the goal The height of our elmbition We has crowned it at the Hear same sympathined with Peng, mhen me hearel another was, Mule Columbia, Leta the laurab, Which Groused the vactor an Perje, Herp, Zomah, glara Peary Three then, from date of Maine, Cand Than you me gain an added Ston, all the rest lain It which und as deary? ground So mgen the others meenture. on Columbia place the lame on wreath, Victor that has man, What a tringsh for can balow 2 Hear the Stam Chen Bogs in Blue Cem hearts are full, we can but Shoul Mane Peary. Rully. fore you Detying ice cance Incm duft. In spite of Boxcal blast, with Columbias mail and hammer too? nailed there to the Preast, Mith Colum bia reigns 6er ice. Mhile grandest all flag the Wonld supreme, has To Stam and Carth? Nation Lans seen, Toola Shipes Their voices Theire, reuse, The up they head If Stees and Stups Coclumbia was, The Betsy Ross. arere have have stitch another on I ca, Chan E. Juner, eratt, Home main In. book et, Question which must bitis,de " Irr did zene him h In e/e Kinly On one your lands a fake It much, the great fraud Would prone a great mistake, Such a Wonderful production Winder defy Munchausens shill and as greaterfakir on the earth you would musy file the bill, yes much a Handerful production If Untine in culu file the Your, with gearn. of every honest man, Wha had h open you gained the pole, New Let Inadue your facts and clinch them. reience drine the and Ta pin yun words night claim nail, to facts, let the truth We winlu n of one rota 2 of fame prom book detract If he can Incne the fact, But Chen him for his luck and pluck But Lethim Income he blimber me Reached the apex of the m That a Chanacter must count, G maden mind will cling to fact ant as While me hanm Camacle, Pears. a grand time honest Lune, We The Wanter notgrage mecessful man has ans of the Pole This the character of Peary, crim /wones the man of worth, and me believe he placed am flag, at the highest Paint on eath, So and me his honor Camada Peary, Chanacter with faith in him, We all believe Om Itam, the Tole summercent, In Though some find fault with Peary, It matters m ot in pine the state the cause he takes with book, the know him like a back, my 2 3 evall, Home, me COOK'S AND PEARY'S DASH FOR THE POLE ra (york Since the agette days/of Eden, when Sept man was 25/09 expell'd From the flow'ry walks and arbours there, As a bold Explorer, he has excell'd, And planted his standard-everywhere! Mountains that pour'd forth floods of fire, And vales, which earthquakes caused to yawn, But strengthen'd his God-born desire, To see them and still travel on. Lo, in this twentieth century day, Man's conquest of the globe is known: Ee'n at the Pole he asserts his sway- At top of earth sets up a throne. In Holy Book; on old pyramid, And written on the papyrus' roll, Old tales of travel oft were hid, And Scribes would fame of men extoll: Of men who crossed the boundary line, Which, to the multitude, had seem'd End of the world-glad to assign Discovery to the men that dream'd. Of "milk and honey" lands they dream'd! Year after year they sought themout; But the multitude behind them stream'd, And the new land shared with song and shout. Thus Abraham the unknown spied, And Moses saw fair Canaan's land; Nor has there been an age denied Explorers: men courageous, grand, Who held their lives as light as air, If by some chance they might bestow Some goodly gift which all might share. And worthy fame's bright afterglow. Yes, this whole world was ever led, Before twould venture o'er the hill; The leaders were on danger bred, And agents of the Supreme will. Records of ages past reveal, The rapid spread of the human race: Half naked tribes for happier weal, Fold their tents, and change their place: The fittest survive, take spoil, and go on: "Knowledge is power" on sea and land: Groping through night tow'rd Liberty's dawn, Small bands of Christians seek the far strand. Continents taken: all seas known, From pole to pole, around and around. All hail ye Explorers! The world doth own To God and ye her thanks profound. Compare the dangers explorers have dared, And think of all thrillingly awful extremes; Surely the Arctic explorer has shared, Perils to utter which language lacks means. 'Twas thought that Columbus was driving his beat, Over the edge of a square-built world! Who would imagine a ship could float, On liquid globe, and not be hurled Into abyss of space below? Meanwhile the breezes filled his sails, And America's shore began to grow Out of the mist which the land exhales. Let your thought wing the polar way, Where breath of the North burn like a flame: Six months of darkness, six months of day: Where a moment's exposure may hopelessly maim: Where the igloo built on ice and snow- Sole shelter from the polar blast, By cataclysmic overthrow, May into the polar gulf be cast. There ice which seems a solid field, Covers two thousand fathoms deep: Now solid, now the masses yield, Beneath the bed where Eskimos sleep. Northward toward ice-bound end of earth, For three long centuries men have marched, Conquering the narrowing icy girth Where top of the world is glacier-arched. Some have returned to tell the tale, Releasing secrets long frost-bound; Others went down 'mid Arctic gale, Each sepulchre an icy mound. But those who have returned relate, That which imparts the Arctic chill, Till blood is cold and pulses abate, And horror every nerve doth thrill. Listen! Cold and dead-tired we camped, A dense black water sky o'erhead: Men and dogs had all day tramped, With fatigue and cold were well-nigh dead: In sleeping bags and heavy furs, We crowded into the igloo small, When, suddenly, the ice pack stirs- The sleepers wake when the igloos fall. Under our feet the ice splits far- A team of dogs sucked into the deep- Black darkness, up above no star- On moving ice all forced to leap. In the dark, and cold, on careening floe, We huddled, wishing for the day: We heard the grinding, groaning foe, And we drifted helplessly on-away- God knows where! Black smoke roll'd up, From Arctic gulf and polar abyss: We thought Death pressed his bitter cup, Which each unwilling lip must kiss. The motion ceased! The water closed! Thank God, the blackness disappeared! Aurora's bright beams now interposed, And the way to the pole again was cleared. Such is the tale brave Peary tells, Confirm'd by all of the Roosevelt's crew; And each explorer's story swells The evidence that marks them true. Anywhere near the ninetieth degree, Is trespass in the domain of Death; Beyond all help on that frozen sea- A miracle each successive breath. Both Cook and Peary tell the tale, And chart the way to frozen goal; And none may their great claim assail, While the Stars and Stripes float o'er the Pole. CONWAY WING DICKSON. Hotel Ponce de Leon AS AND ANNEX WHEN AT ATLANTIC CITY Store V Virginia Avenue and the Beach The Hotel Ponce de Leon is newly furnished throughout with rare taste, nd possesses all mod- ern requisites for convenience and comfort for ruests. Will be Ope Hot and Cold Sea Water Baths European and American Plan A booklet will be gladly furnish- ed on application. Rates, running from $12.50 to $30.00 per week, according to loca- tion of the rooms. 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COPYRIGHT Meet me at the College Inn, un- der the Albany, New York's (STRAUSE Leading Rathskeller, a place STLOUIS to eat, drink and be merry. Music. HON. FREDERIO Mayor of St. Louis and Centennial If a thousand or so American may ors do not have in their possession b October 9, the latest and best ideas or how to run cities, it will not be th fault of the St. Louis Centennial as sociation and the Civic League of St Louis. The former has arranged t bring together and entertain at leas this number of chief executives of mu nicipalities of the United States durin the week that the one hundredth anni versary of the incorporation of St Louis will be celebrated, beginning Oc tober 3, and the latter has seized upo the opportunity afforded to have th visitors join in a great conference o SAVE THE PIECES! series of conferences on problems o city government. If you break your lenses bring Three thousand invitations are bein us the pieces and we will dupH- sent out for this feature of the Cen cate them without the, two or tennial celebration, and although It 1 three days delay which is re- feared that not more than one mayo quired elsewhere. We can grind in three, whose presence is requested the most complicated lenses will be able to accept, the gathering within an hour or two. By grind- nevertheless, will be the most notabl ing our own glasses we can of its kind ever held. It is doubtfu guarantee absolute accuracy, and that half as many city rulers as will save you some money on the attend have ever met together. price of your lenses. And if you Fully appreciating the honor whic March 23, 1911] The Nation 289 cal quality is suggested rather by the cussion of the distinction between fancy and spirit than the form of the work. His Correspondence imagination, Wordsworth proceeds to illus- "Schwache Helden" (Egon Fleischel & trate his meaning by instances, drawn, as it happens, from various uses of the word Co.) treats a variety of themes with THE CRIMINAL'S PRIVILEGE. hang: grace and simplicity, one of the most To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: A parrot hangs from the wires of his enjoyable being the story of a worthy SIR: The letter of Mr. H. E. Kelly in cage by his beak or by his claws; or a pedagogue who has turned out an able monkey from the bough of a tree by his your issue of March 2 cites the universality translation of "Manfred," and, laboring paws or his tail. Each creature does so of the "third degree" as a reason for not literally and actually. In the first Eclogue under the delusion that he is a great abolishing the constitutional safeguard of Virgil, the shepherd, thinking of the poet, undertakes to rewrite the end of time when he is to take leave of his farm, against self-incrimination. As a matter of thus addresses his goats: the work. Hans von Hoffensthal's new fact, it would rather seem the other way book, "Hildegard Ruh's Haus" (Egon about. Provide an orderly judicial proce- Non ego vos postbac viridi projectus in antro Fleischel & Co.), contains among oth- dure for the arraignment of persons accused Dumosa pendere procul de rupe videbo. ers a group of Tyrolese sketches, hap- of crime-one that will not, as on the Con- half way down tinent of Europe, be secret, but one in which Hangs one who gathers samphire, pily blending humor and pathos, and told with refreshing spontaneity and the accused can have counsel but must tes is the well-known expression of Shake- tify-and you will have gone a long way speare, delineating an ordinary image upon simplicity. In the collection of stories the cliffs of Dover. In these two instances entitled "Allerlei Volk" (Imported by toward minimizing the extra-legal activity is a slight exertion of the faculty which of police, the zeal of reporters, the inquisi- I denominate imagination, in the use of one G. E. Stechert & Co.), Bernardine torial efforts of neighbors, and the officious- word: neither the goats nor the samphire- Schulze-Smidt proves, as in her novels, ness of others whose enterprise is now gatherer do literally hang, as does the par- rot or the monkey; but, presenting to the her strong grasp of reality, her power stimulated by the existence of a privilege senses something of such an appearance, to visualize a psychological situation that has outworn its usefulness and has the mind in its activity, for its own gratifi- and her gift of delineation. The first of virtually ceased to be an effective protec- cation, contemplates them as hanging. the three stories is a Florentine village tion. BENJAMIN TUSKA. As when far off at sea a fleet descried Omaha, Neb., March 15. Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds idyll with a genial old priest as guar- Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles dian angel of a pair of lovers; the sec- Of Ternate or Tidore, whence merchants bring ond is the story of a young teacher who Their spicy drugs; they on the trading flood THE UNQUIET GRAVE. brings sunshine into the lives of two Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape motherless children; the third is a tale To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: Ply, steaming nightly toward the Pole: SO seemed Far off the flying Fiend. of jealousy in a town on the Bosporus, SIR: The belief that excessive mourning where vengeance flies swift and the cry for the dead destroys their peace, that tears Here is the full strength of the imagina- "blood for blood" is taken up even by may even burn the shrouds of those de tion involved in the word hangs, and ex- erted upon the whole image, etc. parted, is a well-attested folk superstition- the children and the children's chil- see, for instance, Professor Child's notes to In Goldsmith's essay on "Poetry distin- dren. Luise Algenstaedt is a newcomer "The Unquiet Grave," in volume two of his guished from other Writing" (No. 15) OC- whose stories of Jewish life, "Die "Ballade." Yet the particular case which I curs a paragraph which I shall quote in grosse Sehnsucht" (Imported by Lemcke wish to record possesses a certain unique full: & Buechner), sympathetically picture interest as having come immediately from There are certain words in every lan- Jewish customs and reflect the senti- the Chicago Ghetto, and ultimately from the guage particularly adapted to the poetical ments of the race. village traditions of a colony of Jews liv- expression; some from the image or idea they convey to the imagination, and some The most remarkable book of short ing in central Russia. from the effect they have upon the ear. The stories, however, is that of Gabriele A story written by a Chicago newsboy first are truly figurative; the others may was submitted to me for revision. Briefly, be called emphatical. Rollin observes that Reuter, "Frauenseelen" (Fischer's the plot ran as follows: A Jewish rabbi and Virgil has, upon many occasions, poetized Bibliothek zeitgenössischer Romane). (if we may be allowed the expression) a schoolmaster, angered at the pranks of a whole sentence by means of the same word, It is a book of psychological conflicts certain young scapegrace, punishes him which is pendere. bearing evidence of the author's insight brutally, and finally, when the boy is com- Ite mese, felix quondam pecus, ite capellse; into the inner life of her sex and of pletely exhausted, frightens him so that he Non ego vos posthac, viridi projectus in antro, her grip upon vital problems. A young dies. Immediately the rabbi is overcome Dumosa pendere procul de rupe videbo. woman who has divorced her husband with remorse; he attempts to expiate his At ease reclined beneath the verdant shade, and is just about to obey the call of a sin by fasting, and spends a year in misery. No more shall I behold my happy flock new love, realizes by her husband's On the anniversary of his pupil's death he Aloft hang browsing on the tufted rock. claim upon the child that she is not is praying in the cemetery, when the ghost Here the word pendere wonderfully im- free. A husband returns from the in- of the dead boy approaches and speaks as proves the landscape, and renders the whole follows: "Why have you been wetting my passage beautifully picturesque. The same sane asylum to await the end at home shrouds with your tears these many months, figurative verb we meet with in many dif- and unbalances the mind of the young ferent parts of the AEneid. and thus prevented me from peaceful rest?" daughter who had never seen him. A The author of the tale assured me that Hi summo fluctu pendent, his unda dehiscens happily married woman has a husband Terram inter fluctus aperit. he had never seen anything like this in These on the mountain billow hung; to those who is so absorbed in his legal prac- print, and was surprised to learn that it was The yawning waves the yellow sand disclose. tice that he is utterly ignorant of her more than a local village superstition. loneliness. But beside these unrelieved "When my mother died, before I came to In this instance the words pendent and tragedies there are stories with a de- America," he explained, "I was six years dehiscens, hung and yawning, are equally poetical. Addison seems to have had this lightful vein of humor, and others with old. My friends stopped my crying by say- passage in his eye when he wrote his ing, 'Your tears burn the mother,' we Hymn, which is inserted in the Spectator: a streak of brilliant satire comparable all believed it, too," he concluded. -For though in dreadful worlds we hung to that of Maupassant. Such a story is FRANKLYN BLISS SNYDER. High on the broken wave. "Das Opernglas," giving a daring yet Evanston, Ill., March 6. And in another piece of a like nature in discreet glimpse of the many and divers the same collection: loves a dashing young officer on a sail- Thy providence my life sustain'd, ing vessel can harbor in his manly WORDSWORTH AND GOLDSMITH. And all my wants redress'd, breast whenever he has shore-leave. To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: When in the silent womb I lay, A. VON ENDE. And hung upon the breast. SIR: I do not recall that any one has pointed out the rather curious parallel that Shakespeare, in his admired description follows between a famous passage in of Dover cliff, uses the same expression: Wordsworth's preface to the edition of -half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire-dreadful trade! 1815, and a paragraph in one of Gold- "Essays." In the well-known dis- Nothing can be more beautiful than the 290 following picture, in which Milton has in- land recently in reading Scun troduced the same expressive tint: frau von Orleans" came across the -he, on his side, Der einst den frommen Knaben Isai's the dea Leaning, half raised, with looks of cordial love Den Hirten sich zum Streiter ausersehen. what his intimate Hung over her enamour'd. The teacher asked who was the Shepherd that Mark Twain was a Sau We shall give one example more from Virgil, to show in what a variety of scenes King of Israel. Only two of the class could choly man. "Oh, how fortunate," he it may appear with propriety and effect. answer. To the question, "Who was David's claimed on hearing of the death of his In describing the progress of Dido's pas- father?" which followed, the answer friend, Mr. Gilder, "no such good luck ever sion for AEneas the poet says: "Isaiah" was promptly given, manifestly comes to me." Iliacos iterum demens audire labores inspired by the word Isai. This was a Hamlet's levity is a reaction from the Exposcit, pendetque iterum narrantis ab ore. senior class. contemplative mood of the soliloquies, just The woes of Troy once more she begg'd to hear; It is probably futile any longer to urge as Tennyson's coarseness of language at Once more the mournful tale employ'd his tongue, that most of the enormous number of stu- times, as he explained to Longfellow, was a While in fond rapture on his lips she hung. dents who are fitting for college in our recoil from the refinement of his highly- The reader will perceive, in all these high schools and special preparatory wrought work of the day. instances, that no other word could be schools should be prepared on a basis con- The first words that Hamlet utters in substituted with equal energy; indeed, no sisting largely of Greek. But granting the play make a pun: "More than kin and other word could be used, without degrad- this, it is possible to change their dark- less than kind" ("kind" being pronounced ing the sense and defacing the image. ness of mind, so far as classical names and with a short i), and this is the keynote to It will be observed at once that not only allusions are concerned, into a sort of his behavior to all except Horatio, when is the same word hang chosen in both in- penumbra, at the worst. This can be done Horatio is alone. stances, but also that two of the passages without any study of the Greek or the Hamlet drops easily into slang-college cited (the first from Virgil, and the Dover Latin language by getting them to read slang, one might say-even in his letter to eliff lines from "Lear") are identical.* some classics in translation, and by the Ophelia: "Thine ever more, most dear Moreover, in each case Milton is drawn use in the schools of a really good manual lady, whilst this machine is to him." upon-although Wordsworth uses instead of of mythology. Some twenty years ago the Guild. Oh, there has been much throwing the quotation in Goldsmith a simile which University of California recognized the in- about of brains. his letter of August 28, 1811 (to Sir George ability of the average high school pupil to Ham. Do the boys carry it away? Beaumont) shows to have been long in his understand classical allusions as so serious Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. mind. It is difficult to avoid the conclu- a handicap in the study of English poetry Ham. Buz, buz! sion that Wordsworth (perhaps more or after entering the university that Professor less unconsciously, as apparently was true Gayley prepared a manual of the classic For such news, the modern collegian in the case of certain of Tennyson's bor- myths in English literature. This was would, perhaps. say "chestnuts," unless rowings) recalled the suggestive application written with direct reference to use in the there is something later. of hang in the earlier essay. high schools of California. Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Some further color is given to this suppo- The writer does not know how fully this Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and stealers, sition by the fact that Wordsworth seems manual has succeeded in remedying the in a few other instances to show interest- condition of ignorance which it was in- The modern college slang for hands is ing traces of Goldsmith's influence. The tended to alleviate. But he has seen a child "lunchhooks." discussion in Goldsmith's essay on "Taste" of eight years reading Plutarch's Lives These are only a few of the illustrations (No. 12) of "the energetic language of sim- in translation with enthusiastic interest, that any one may find for himself in the ple nature, which is now grown into dis- and discussing the acts and characters of play. language of ancient faith the Olympian deities with much intelligence To understand the appreciation of "Ham- and sincerity," as he calls it elsewhere in -all without the knowledge of a word of let" by the people, we must take into ac- the same essay-rather curiously anticipates Greek, and with a vocabulary of but a count the fact that much of standard Eng- one phase of Wordsworth's own treatment, very few Latin words. J. Y. BERGEN. lish in our day was slang to the frequenters in the Preface to "Lyrical Ballads," of "the Cambridge, Mass., March 15. of the Globe. Many of our most useful plainer and more emphatic language," "the words, as "mob," "cab," "boss," etc., came simple and unelaborated expressions" of in as slang, and in the next decade "graft," HAMLET'S SLANG. humble and rustic life. The whole tone, "stunt," "dope," and hundreds more will indeed (and sometimes even the phraseolo- To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: lose their quotation marks. gy), of the last half-dozen paragraphs of SIR: It seems strange at first sight that EDWARD A. ALLEN. the essay on "Taste" finds more or less in Shakespeare's most intellectual play, the Columbia, Mo., March 10. striking echoes in Wordsworth's earlier most intellectual of all his characters, "the Preface, as a careful reading of each, I be- metaphysician and psychologist" (Lowell) lieve, will show. And it would be a task should indulge more freely in "quips and LETTERS OF JAMES WILSON. of some interest and value to determine cranks and wanton wiles" than any other To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: how far the coincidences have real signifi- of the serious characters of his plays. But cance. JOHN L. LOWES. on second thought this trait of "the melan- SIR: Would it be within the province of St. Louis, Mo., March 12. choly Dane" is found to be in accord with your open letters to make general inquiry human nature and with a grave and con- as to the whereabouts of stray letters of templative mind. "The essence of all jokes, James Wilson, the constitutionalist, and GREEK IN THE SCHOOLS. of all comedy," says Emerson in his lec- "signer"? In the preparation of my seven- ture on "The Comic," "seems to be an hon- volumed "Life, Letters, and Works of Wil- To THE EDITOR OF THE NATION: est or well-intended halfness, a non-per- son," the volume devoted to "Letters" from, SIR: Professor Hamilton's article, formance of what is pretended to be per- to, or about Wilson is approximately com- "Greek in the New York Schools" in the formed, at the same time that one is giving plete after a search among collections Nation of March 9 is most timely. Those loud pledges of performance"; and although known to me; but there are many persons of us who have taught English in secon- there is no intimation that Emerson had who have taken little "flyers" in autograph Hamlet in mind when he wrote these words, collecting, and generally aimed at a few dary schools have usually had frequent oc- casion to wonder at the ignorance of scrip- they seem precisely applicable to Hamlet's "signers," whose eye such an appeal as this tural characters and of classical mythology case. The spring of laughter, it has been might reach. Those interested in this work shown even by children of intelligent fam- said, lies hard by the fountain of tears. would greatly appreciate both the possibili- ilies. A class of twenty or more in one The story of Carlini has become familiar ty of such an inquiry and any responses of the leading fitting schools in New Eng- by Emerson's use of it in this same essay. that might be made to it. While the famous comedian was convuls- BURTON ALVA KONKLE. ing Naples with laughter, he himself was Swarthmore, Pa., March 17. *The description of Queen Mab which Words- worth cites as an exercise of the fancy, Goldsmith the victim of excessive melancholia. A also quotes, in the next essay but one (on "Hy- perbole"), as a description of "fantastic beings," physician who was called in advised him in which propriety is not wholly observed. to go to the theatre and see Carlini. "Alas!" A Whopper by Wallace Irwin. THE biggest whale was ever- In fact I think there never Was ever Aopper-whopper larger growed on land or sea- Was one we seen cavortin', A-blowin' and a-snortin' Right off the coast o' Greenland in the spring o' '93. We seen him far from inland- His tail stretched plum to Finland- To see that million-pounder flop and flounder was a sight! So we set out quite fancy Upon the whaler Nancy, To catch 'im and dispatch 'im and to bring 'im home ere night. Upon the monster creepin', (We thought that he was sleepin',) We coched 'im soon with our harpoon and jabbed 'im in the ear. Then with a great commotion He started for mid-ocean, A-snaggin' us and draggin' us like jack-straws in the rear. His size was SO stoopunjus, His speed was SO treemenjus We took the log which registered one-thousand knots per hour. And gallant Captain Standish Remarked: "This is outlandish- I think, be-gum, we're goin' some," and looked a trifle sour. IO In less than half a day, sir, We'd gone through Hudson Bay, sir, Had jumped the Jute peninsula and passed the coast o' Maine; The whale with strength unceasin' His speed kep' on increasin', Till with a sizz we went gee-whizz past Portugal and Spain. Three times we shot past Sulu, Three times by Honolulu, Three times he dragged us down so deep we touched the ocean floor. In vain our mate yelled: "Stiddy!" Our crew was gittin' giddy- To navigate at such a rate is somethin' like a bore. Then came the thing we dreaded- For Africa we headed. "He'll bump into Gibraltar rock!" we cried, and held our breath. But ere we thus were mangled The whale became entangled- He stuck in the Suez canal and choked himself to death. Then soon each lazy lubber Got busy boilin' blubber- We stood in ranks and filled up tanks with all that we could boil. And when we made a dicker For that there precious licker, It made us independent rich and scared the Standard Oil. - Mar. 1904 - 428 THE ROYAL MAGAZINE. seat, and Meriton got his bonds off and his Which I hope you'll pay, sir ? asked gag out. Directly he had done SO he made Meriton demurely. the captives a mocking speech in excellent Eh? No, I told you the other day I make German. no personal favouritism, and I stick to that. " Ach !" shouted the bigger of the two as But you've shown yourself a smart man, and he shook his handcuffed fists, I wish I had I'll give you a promise. When you've got listened to Heinrich and killed you-you pig!" your Divisional Superintendentship you shall Meriton acknowledged the sentiment marry Evie. There politely, and the train went on, leaving the And meanwhile prisoners behind. " Meanwhile? Oh, well you're on the way to it. The G.M.'s got a post for you " Meriton," said the Assistant Superinten- over this affair. So, well-you'd better go dent, "the Company won't forget this. and make it all right with Evie, my Neither shall I, for I owe you something lad. That's what you want, I suppose, personally over it." eh?" WHEN THE MORNING COMES WITH THE SPRING.* By GEORGE MORRISON, Chief Engineer of The Morning, the vessel dispatched to rescue The Discovery in the Antarctic Regions. Away in the deadly stillness, cut off from the world alone, Held in the grasp of the Ice King at the foot of his flaming throne, They wait the returning daylight, they wait for the help we'll bring, Wearily watching the hours go by till The Morning comes with the spring. They bear the flag of England far over the frozen sea; Their motto and their watchword Discovery still shall be. They watch the stars in their courses, they watch the needle's swing, Doing their duty, not counting its cost, till The Morning comes with the spring. * See the editorial note on page 496. moruing 1115 1511 ready. nat rignt. hand well down outside over the door panel, and pretended to be interested in a ruin that Still the train ran on. There was a long silence. Then came a resounding whistle. was in the distance. Just going to run through Westfield," Then, as the train neared the box, he waved exclaimed one of the men. his arm up and down with a peculiar motion, still keeping But the whistle was shortly followed by a grating on the wheels. it out of the sight of the "Himmel The signal's against us. Put those things back in the two men, bag. So!" and glanc- Are we stopping?" ing at the Yes-no! The man in the cabin. To his joy, the signal-box is waving a green flag. We are going on. No-no-we're man was standing at stopping again. Lucky we gagged the open the fool. Ah, we're going to stop in the station ! Curse it ! window. Keep still, my friend Out flew Walter Meri- the weighted ton heard, un- bit of paper derstood, and and fell by rejoiced. The the side of next moment the line. a voice on The signal- the platform man put up exclaimed: his hand 'This is with a quick 3824, C!" jerk. He and the lock had seen it, clicked. and under- The vil- stood. Now, the lains were The next bombs. Put completely moment a them on the taken by violent blow seat ready." surprise as struck upon the a couple of young man's head policemen from behind, and he fell sense- and a railway less. official dashed in. When he came to himself he They tried to open found that he was lying on the hard the other door and floor of the carriage. His hands and feet CYRUS CUNCO escape, but in vain. were firmly tied with string and handker- They were hand- chiefs, a bandage was over his eyes, and a cuffed before they gag was fastened into his mouth. The knew what had hap- train was still rushing along at full speed. pened, and the rail- "Better to have given him a few inches of way official had knife," he heard the shorter man growl. opened the bag. 'Oh, it's all right," said the other. "Bombs! he " We've no quarrel against him, and he can't exclaimed, and a do us any harm. Now, then, we're only a broken quarter light. few miles off Westfield, and there isn't any Going to throw 'em time to lose. Better get that window at the 'special,' that's it. smashed." Lucky we got the message in There was a crash of glass as his companion time. Where's Mr. Meriton, struck at the quarter-light with his stick. though? I hope they haven't done * The writer has witnessed the sending of an for him." official telegraph message in the manner described. Then a form rolled out from under the A WAY-SIDE FOUNTAIN. mations. As the Mayor pushed his way taken up by all the peasants, and to the through the throng, followed by the suc- melody of these wild notes the fête in the cessful couple-who were no other than woods came to an end. Already the fat Nannic and Alanik-they marched to the horses were being reharnessed to the high space before the pipers, and the Mayor, in carved carts, into which the women and a few Breton gutturals, congratulated the children were climbing. From the tow- happy pair, handing the girl, who was er of the church beyond the wood came panting breathlessly, a crown of tinsel and the jangle of bells. The sky was melt- flowers, which she immediately placed ing into a deep orange in the west, and upon her coiffe, and to the shining-faced above in the clear blue shone a few early young fellow he presented a huge red silk stars. handkerchief or sash-I could not make At the Calvary beside the road the pea- out which. Now the cider ran in streams sants had gathered, and stood or knelt for from the casks, and there was a great rat- the final prayer of the pardon, and even tling of cups upon the tables to the health above the clang of the bells sounded the of the happy winners. The girls upon note of the whippoorwill. So we left the turf walls began a sort of sweet chant them, and it was night when we reached with a melancholy refrain, which was the town. NANSEN. BY FLORENCE EARLE COATES. T° drift with thee, not strive against thy tide, All-powerful Nature! to pursue thy law, Attentive,-with devout and childlike awe Heark'ning unto thy voice, and none beside: To drift with thee! With thee for friend and guide, In fragile bark, careless of cold or thaw, To brave the ice-pack and the dread sea-maw!- So are man's conquests won, SO glorified. The truest compass is the seeing soul. Oh, wond'ring Earth! did not thy spirit glow, Calling to mind the deathless Genoese, As Nansen, pilot of the frozen Pole, Like a young Viking rode the icy floe, Wresting their secret from the Arctic Seas? pipers in the wood, and down the lane Soon but two couples remained on the outside the wall, the young men stamp- field, and these the peasants watched ing their feet to mark the time, or exe- breathlessly. cuting some pigeon-wing figure to attract The struggle was intense, and the pipers the eyes of the bright-cheeked girls. The were wellnigh breathless, when, finally, THE DANCE IN THE WOODS. soft purples and blues of the dresses be- after the dance had lasted nearly three- came soon of one dusty tone, and here quarters of an hour, one couple stopped. and there couples dropped out exhausted, Immediately there was a surging move- their faces streaming with perspiration. ment towards the other couple, who pant- It became evident to us that the dance ed and shuffled, and turned and twisted, is one of endurance rather than grace, and swung each other through the fig- for now the remaining couples were sur- ures of the dance. Then all at once there rounded by the peasants, who encouraged arose a shout and many uncouth excla- Now, my song is ended; Our voyage is almost o'er. The Roosevelt she is returning now The Song of the Roosevelt From the Arctic shore. She found her treasure more than gold And only lost one man; If you want to know her gallant crew, They're mostly from Newfoundland. My song is of Captain Bartlett, Who pionghed the Arctic Shore, There is one thing more I have to say, He took the Rosevelt further north, Which will cause your heart to pain. Than ever she was before; The boy we left by that desolate shore, "We'll break her down or find the Pole" Never to return again. If the green heart it will stand; It's a mystery to the Rosevelt's crew But they had to get the galient "Neuf" How came that broken ice; The man from Newfoundiand. But the God above, who is full of love Will take him to Paradise. Commander Peary, that noble Yank, Bound for the Arctic Pole, When we arrived in New York town But when he got to Greenland's Shores, The city was moved with joy; He found it was so cold; But the mother came down broken- He took Esquamaux and sleighs and hearted: dogs, "Where have you left my boy''? Likewise the Catameran; What brings joy to some brings sorrow But they had to get the gailant "Neuf" to more. The man from Newfoundland. Chastisement we must endure; There's no Sorrow below that we Three cheers for Commander Peary, undergo Whose heart is large and true: That Heaven cannot cure. He travelled on both night and day, The Arctic to pursue; Commander Peary's voyge was tried up He took the sights, the moon shon bright, and down, The Northern Star did roll, Before Vankie Council stand; The Victory's won, it's ninety degrees. They took it over to Germany, We've found the Arctic Pole. And made a full demand; They passed it on to France and Spain, It was early in the morning, Who gave decision full; Just at the break of day; Eng'and's great thelogians sifted out: The Stars and Stripes nailed to the Pole, He found the Aretic Pole. It was SO far away. THOMAS DAY, There were fields of ice, and dense of frost, Whitney Pier, Sydney. The ocean did expand; But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" The man from Newfoundland. The Norweigens they have tried IL, "We've found the Pole.' he cried, And the Sweedes they did go: The Englishman fits out his craft, We're waiting for the tidings That came across the sea so grand, And she goes on the stand: But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" The man from Newfoundland. The man from Newfondland. England is the "Hearts of Oak" Everything was on the wing So all the people say, When the Rosevelt bore in view; But the descendants from their country The Winch went out to take her in, Are better men than they: So did the Pawnee 100, They stand more hardships of the sea, The Douglas Thomas, in all her pride Than England ever can: To bring the ship to land; But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" The man from Newfoundland. The man from Newfoundland. Oh. the Germans, thev do extol, Hurrah for commander Peary, Their country is SO fine: He is a man of high renoun, But they never found the Arctic Pole, He's going home for the Stars andStripes And it's not SO good as mine; For to make up his crown; They class themselves with England, He's going home for the Stars andStripes In the position as they stand, He has all things at hand: But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" The man from Newfoundland. The man from Newfoundland. From Greenland's shore and icebound, We steered our ship for home: Commander Peary is going home, There's no more that he can do; The Rosevelt. she pressed onward, But he has been successful Which made the waters foam, To see the girls in white, To find the passage through. Their hearts so light. Over polar ice and frozen shore In the land we love so dear. They have done all they can; When I thought of the kiss, But they had to get the gallant "Neuf," Which I often wish The man from Newfoundland. From my bonnie souvenier. When we arrived in Sydney town It was early in the morning, Our goodly ship to moor, Just at the break of dav: The girls came down like angels I lifted my window from the sill Come from the Eden's shore: To see the sun display: I thought they were from Paradise, I saw the Ross Vacht steaming down, With their garments white and clear; Dressed in her flag so grand; Made me think of the kiss that I often But they had to get the gallant "Neuf" wished The man from Newfoundland. From my bonnie souvenir. Wells Depot maine, york C., Sept. 24. 1909 Robert E. Peary Eagle Island" Portland Har, Maine- Dear Sir - Please accept my Congratulations together with the inclosed poem, a tribute 5 you, written by my self- although small, it tells you of the loyally maine brans to her brane son. - Respectfully Luella Frances Hatch Peary's Penguet" (1) Old Glory "floats from the "Northern Pole," "Nailed there by Peary's hand; a wonderous frat by him performed Has Conquired "Frogen Land." Three anturies has the battle raged Jeviet nations of the world; america stands triumphant now, With Stars and Stripes, unfurled. This in her erown of glory sets and on her fieldlof victory lays another glitering star, another crimson far. Our standard's pet in ice and snow, In The realm of Endless night, Where it proudly waves in the icy breege, In The glow of The Northern Light, (2) away to the forth, in That Sibut Land," It tells its marvelous tale; It proves to all The maxim old There's no such word as fail. It shows the strength and Courage bold QL america's valiant son; Though failing oft renewed his quest Till he had victory won. His years of patient toil at last Hare yielded up The goal; and Peary gives to Uncle Sam" The mystery of the "Pole." Printed in The Sanford Tribune Sept.17. 1909- Luella Frances Hatch news Depot york Co,, Maine. THURSDAY, SEPT. 9, Igog THE SOUTH NOR PEARY THE PEERLESS. Who Placed the Stars and Stripes at the Top of the World. High as the eagle soars in the sky, Dauntless, determined to win or to die, Peary, the Peerless, with heart stout and brave, Would end as a victor, or go to his grave. So he sped forward time and again, Baffled and thwarted, yet did not re- frain, Failure at first, success came at last With hope for the future, forgetting the past. His love of adventure cast danger aside, His love of his country his heart's greatest pride, To add to her glory, prestige, renown, He felt that success his efforts must crown. From the world's topmost peak "Old Glory" now flies, Far up toward the heavens, far up in the skies; All tongues and all nations resounding B his fame- Baron Peary, the Fearless, none now can disclaim. ED. JAMES. East Norwalk, Conn. ENING SEN THE TRISTR NOS Continua Cle We will continue our Augu still lower prices will lines previously m White Lawn Waists Black China Silk Waists Ladies, Misses' and Children Suits Washable Dresses of All Ki TRISTRAM & I ULITIMA THULE. By William Ellery Leonard. It was not for Arctic gold and a claim at the end of the great white trail; Nor yet for the Arctic lore- for a map of the floe and a graph of the gale: But the quest came out of a primitive urge in the blood of our common birth- The lure of the last lone verge and the desert end of the rolling earth. For this he abandoned the green of the world, the lanes and the hills and the lees And rivers of midsummer nations, and banks with the corn and the vine and the trees, And the genial zones of the planet's rains, and the belt of the planet's flowers; For this he abandoned all cities- their house- holds, their singing and sunsets and bowers. Onward, north of the Northern Lights, hungry and cold and alone Eternity under his frozen feet, and the snows of the ages unknown, with never the boom of the purple seas, nor even a mountain of fire, North of the Plain of the thousand slain- who were dead of the same desire. Till the East and Vest were lost in the South, and the north was no more, and he stood Face to face with the ancient dream thro his hope and his hardihood; And the alien skies where the polar sun went round the horizon's rim And the nameless ice below belonged at last to the race through him. THE NORTH POLE!S LURE. (By Minna K. Bailey.) I called your names and you answered-- A roll of the lusty and strong; I sang my song while you listened, And you counted a year too long Before you could come and claim me, A chattel to have and to hold; But I hid, and I laughed while you hunted And I stabbed you with daggers of cold. I stabbed you an left you there dying, You were starving and beaten and spent, But you died in the Joy of the wooing, And you never knew what failure meant. How I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter! How I fought you with death and its pains! But the game has been played out and finished, You have found me and bound me in chains. You have made me an asset, a plaything, A square yard of land, or a rod; You've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me; You have stolen my secret from God! But in finding me, yours is the forfeit; You have lost the enchantment, allure, Yours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles; Yours a loss Time itself cannot cure. I have had all the vengeance I wanted, I have sported and played with your sons; They are dead at my gates, stark and frozen, But they smile while you chatter in towns, You have found me, you say, and you claim me? Aye, you've found and destroyed in your lust The last secret Earth held in her bosom. I have turned to a handful of dust! THE NORTH POLE!S LURE. (By Minna K. Bailey.) I called your names and you answered-- A roll of the lusty and strong; I sang my song while you listened, And you counted a year too long Before you could come and claim me, A chattel to have and to hold; But I hid, and I laughed while you hunted And I stabbed you with daggers of cold. I stabbed you an left you there dying, You were starving and beaten and spent, But you died in the Joy of the wooing, And you never knew what failure meant. How I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter! How I fought you with death and its pains! But the game has been played out and finished, You have found me and bound me in chains. You have made me an asset, a plaything, A square yard of land, or a rod; You've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me; You have stolen my secret from God! But in finding me, yours is the forfeit; You have lost the enchantment, allure, Yours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles; Yours a loss Time itself cannot cure. I have had all the vengeance I wanted, I have sported and played with your sons; They are dead at my gates, stark and frozen, But they smile while you chatter in towns, You have found me, you say, and you claim me? Aye, you've found and destroyed in your lust The last secret Earth held in her bosom. I have turned to & handful of dust! THE NORTH POLE!S LURE. (By Minna K. Bailey.) I called your names and you answered-- A roll of the lusty and strong: I sang my song while you listened, And you counted a year too long Before you could come and claim me, A chattel to have and to hold; But I hid, and I laughed while you hunted And I stabbed you with daggers of cold. I stabbed you an left you there dying, You were starving and beaten and spent, But you died in the doy of the wooing, And you never knew what failure meant. How I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter! How I fought you with death and its pains! But the game has been played out and finished, You have found me and bound me. in chains. You have made me an asset, a plaything, A square yard of land, or a rod; You've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me; You have stolen my secret from God: But in finding me, yours 1s the forfeit; You have lost the enchantment, allure, Yours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles; Yours a loss Time itself cannot cure. I have had all the vengeance I wanted, I have sported and playea with your sons; They are dead at my gates, stark and frozen, But they smile while you chatter in towns, You have found me, you say, and you claim me? Aye, you've found and destroyed in your lust The last secret Earth held in her bosom. I have turned to a handful of dust: S.M. Rhone, Montgomery, Pa. WHEN PEARY FINDS THE POLE This earth's been rolling 'round and 'round, a million years or so, Hanging out in sun and rain she's a little warped and slow, But she will get a straight' ning up in Uncle Sam's control, For 'twont be long ,my anxious friend, till Peary finds the Pole. Oh, won't it be a happy day when from the Northern sea We hear the tidings' Peary raised the emblem of the free?" He'll paint the Pole red ,white and blue, for he's a Yankee soul, He'll plant Old Glory on the top ,when Peary finds the Pole. Chorus: Won't our hearts swell with pride when on the North Pole We see the old flag fan the breeze? The Aurora will be dim when the red, white and blue Peary plants on the Northern seas. He'll put a little oleo upon the gudgeon cold, And then this earth will spin around ,as in the days of old, She 11 whirl around so very fast the seas will get behind, And then we'll have another flood ,just like the other kind. We'll have to lie. flat on the ground and hold fast to the grass, For if we don't we'll get behind and tumble off, alas! Our clocks will run so very slow that we'll get left'tis plain, 'Twill be next day before we know ,and we will miss the train. Chorus. We cannot eat three meals a day they'll be so very near, We'll lunch all day on sandwiches ,then board won't be so dear. We cannot use the almanaes, they'll be SO out of date, There'll be no patent medicines, 11 die as sure as fate. And worst of all,I prophesy, before ten years roll 'round, You'll find the earth is lopping low, the North end in the ground, For trolley crowds, from every place, upon their outings dear, Will cut the Pole and take it home, just for a souvenir. Chorus. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AIM OF THE PRIVATE SCHOOL FOR GIRLS To Combine Mental Training With General Culture, Gentleness and Cheerfulness By MISS MARY LAW MacCLINTOCK, Principal of Mount Ida School, Newton, Mass. One of our favorite themes to-day is the advance that only what is pleasant, soon finds herself behind her class science has made in the past fifty years. We marvel that and deficient in at least some branches of her work. She such progress has been possible; and, as we look at our gets more and more at sea and finally the private school, modern conveniences, we wonder at the simple contrivances with small classes and individual work, rescues her. She that our forefathers used. Everybody wonders and every- has become discouraged with books and has decided that body expresses that wonder. Together with our usual, "It nothing to be learned can be attractive. Her desire is, is the coldest season I have ever known," "My dog under- "to go away to school where you can have a good time." stands every word you say to him," "My baby isn't pretty, And it is then that the school must force itself to do three but a very bright child," we must couple "Wouldn't our things for her:-first, make study attractive by making her grandfathers sit up and stare if they could see this?" study; second, show her that her parents are not unreason- But as a close sec- able, that everybody ond to this marvel- demands the same ous progress in of her that they do; science comes the and thirdly, send improvement that her into the world marks the educa- a strong woman. tional system. What When such a girl would our grand- enters school, she mother say of the has tired of study boarding schools of for she has never to-day? She would known how to probably no more study; she scorns recognize it as a the idea of ever en- lineal descendant of tering college, and her "Miss Brown's thinks of a student Select School for as a "disagreeable Young Gentle- grind." The meth- women" than would od of the school our grandfather see must at once be to his tallow candle find something that in the brilliant elec- she is interested in. tric lamp. Grand- Does she like to mother was taught read? Is she at all fine needlework, interested in flow- the making of wax ers? If so, we in flowers and hair or- the school must use naments; she read that taste. If she Miss Burney and will read, we can Miss Radcliffe, THE LAKE AT MARSHALL SEMINARY, OAK LANE, PHILADELPHIA fascinate her with died mental and books of her liking m ral science and could write a little essay "just a slate until we can gain her confidence, then she will trust us log," on any subject; but her granddaughter makes bread enough to read some of our liking. If she enjoys flowers, by scientific methods, enters the laboratory and performs we can tell her enough of the fortunes that women are experiments, is familiar with general literature and vies making to-day in floral culture, to make her want to in- Who her brother in Latin and mathematics. She is no quire into it. The small private school, and I am refer ing loner considered, "undeveloped man but diverse," and it constantly to the school with sixty or seventy pupils, can is tie great problem of our private schools to combine in delay, can experiment, with such a girl; while a high school the mental training that her age allows, and the cul- would, of necessity, have to disregard her and hurry on ture the gentleness, the unselfishness that characterized her with the majority. I speak from a large experience when graidmother. The boarding school to be a success, must I say that eight girls out of ten sent into our schools with do his. It is the aim, also, of the "finishing" school. such a history become good students and enter college with There is some- lasting enthusiasm. thin in the methods There is scarcely of car primary a question as to the schods to-day that relative worth of the encoirages in chil- courses of instruc- dren the idea that tion in a great num- stud is play, that ber of our private school is a place of schools. Examine amisement, and that the announcements lessons in some way and see the teachers, mus be made easy. the men and women Teachers are blamed who havebeer if the work is hard trained in the best and a child expects colleges and univer- to have everything sities of our own Presented to her in and foreign lands. z'n attractive, easy The mental training orm. Otherwise, that the young girls she does not learn of America have ac- herlessons. The cess to in our priv- origin of this state ate schools is not to of things I do not be questioned. Rath- know; but that such er is it the training a spirit exists I am in character, the pre- well aware. The paration for life that young girl who thus THE PROCESSION TO THE CATHEDRAL ON COMMENCEMENT DAY the daughter is to begins early to do At St. Agnes' School, Albany, N. Y. receivé, that must be YE OLD DEESTRICK SKULE" A Plea for More Attention to the Individual Pupil-The Value of Concentration By WALTER LINCOLN COLBY, Associate Principal of the Concord School, Concord, Massachusetts Every now and then we see advertised, as an entertain- In the district school, individuality was recognized far ment, "Ye Old Deestrick Skule." Usually some local talent more than is possible under the present system. The classes gets together; the men dress in colored shirts and patched were always small, seldom averaging more than a dozen overalls, and the women wear calico dresses and checked pupils. The master knew every boy and girl, and all their gingham aprons. This is a burlesque, of course, but never- individual peculiarities. He entered into their home life. theless it portrays to the youth of our times the impression He must visit, if he did not "board round," and so he knew that such was the character of the schools of the past. the home surroundings of each pupil. Much more could This article is not, necessarily, a defense of the district be accomplished to-day if this were possible. Fortunately school system, but rather to show that, after all, there is not for the future, the kindergarten is supplying this need. SO much difference between the methods of the past and of Whatever may be the general opinion concerning kinder- the present. As a matter of fact, although not generally garten methods, no one can dispute the fact that every good recognized, the district school was really graded. There was trait in a child is carefully studied and developed in this de- the first class in arithmetic, the second class in arithmetic, partment. In the district school little tots were taught their the third class in aritmetic, and sometimes a class called the alphabet, and then left to amuse themselves, or more often primary. There was the first, second and third class in geog- were forced to sit absolutely quiet with nothing to do but to raphy, the same in reading, and so on through the entire fold their hands. We have actually seen such little ones curriculum. There was always a chance for promotion, for who fell asleep for the want of something to do rudely it was not necessary that the studious and energetic should awakened by pouring cold water down the back of their await the progress of the laggards. Unfortunately, the pres- necks. Such barbarous treatment is in strange contrast to ent school appropriations are so limited in proportion to the the methods used to interest and arouse the activity of a need, that this is not always permissible, especially when an child's mind to-day and it is in the kindergarten, more than upper grade into which a pupil might otherwise be promoted, in the advanced grades, that we feel there is a marked im- is crowded. provement. In the past, when the child was too young to In the district school of forty or more years ago the study by himself, his leisure must be spent in idleness; teacher had about the same number of pupils as the average now we encourage industry in the little ones, teaching them grammar school teacher to-day; only there was a wide range to use their fingers before the mind has reached its power of ages, and, consequently, a great difference in the pupils' to acquire knowledge from books. understanding. A strong feature in favor of the district We would not plead for a return to the district school school which does not exist in the graded schools now, was system, but we would urge those in authority to think care- the acquisition of the power of concentration, which was the fully in deciding upon methods of education for the boys natural outcome of the habit of studying in a room while and girls under their supervision. We plead for more at- recitations were going on. It was quite an art to be able to tention to the individual. We would suggest an increased study a spelling lesson while some interesting teacher was teaching force for every grammar school, SO that classes showing the older pupils how the people in Asia stood with may be reduced in size, even though it means a few less their heads downward while we on the opposite side of the furnishings and buildings not quite SO elegant. Parents and globe were right side up, which he illustrated with magnet- taxpayers have a right to demand that their boys and grls ized figures which adhered to any part of the school globe. shall receive personal supervision and shall be taught in Many men to-day, brought up in the graded schools, would proportion to their need of knowledge. It is not at all n- be glad if they had had a similar training. No matter how certain in our minds that we would not be advancing then- interesting or disturbing the exercises (for sometimes the terests of the pupils if we were to lessen the varietyo ferule was used openly in the schoolroom) a pupil must studies, and return, figuratively speaking, to the three study his lessons, for his class might be the next one called. It is a fact to which every business man can testify tha he There were no "home lessons." Every pupil learned all he average boy or girl graduating from the grammar sool knew inside the walls of the little schoolhouse. We owe to-day, who seeks employment, can neither spell much to the power of concentration which has done great nor write a legible hand. Have we a anced SO uch things for our country and to the fact that many of our when we fill a child's mind with much learning, ave great men received their early education in a district school. them without the fundamental knowledge which wilrove While there were in those schools advantages and disad- of practical value to them in maintaining themselve In vantages as compared with the present graded schools, let many instances the high school, private institutions a:col- us be careful how we criticize them. In many ways we leges have a redeeming effect in this direction, but the could pattern after them now to advantage. In other ways, pupil who can only continue his studies through the:am- we have improved, especially in the scope of subjects studied. mar school period much more remains to be done COLUMBUS AND THE NEW WORLD Translations from the Spanish of Gertrudis de Avalleneda By MINNIE FERRIS HAUENSTEIN Embarkation A Virgin Hemisphere "Twas splendid Faith that bade thy trusty barque Still Hope sang constant in his listening ear Cut deep the channels of an unknown sea, On wafted winds from the near murmuring shoal, Where voyager before left naught to thee And great Columbus, splendid in control Of chart or compass the wide way to mark; Saw each day's long declining without fear; Out-stretched the Ocean lay-shrouded and dark; Sublime his patience and in vision-clear Behind, the laughing, vine-clad hills of Spain, He saw a new World-as God's hand to be Thy heart was dauntless towards the billowing main, Free from the stain of ancient infamy, The hot sirocco and the waiting shark. Unsullied, pure-a virgin Hemisphere. On board the caravels days wear to weeks, At last the herald sun arose one day Months move like sullen laggards under chains, When faith found rich fruition; towering trees While every heart despairingly complains Flaunted their fair green pennons 'gainst the Against the calm Commander :-what he seeks The ardent mariners on bended knees They sigh, is some enchanted, fatuous goal- Kissed the white sands in very ecstasy: A wearying dream-the Epic of his soul. Then gleamed a Cross upon a new-found way. (YALE, 5; PRINCET Quick, cancel now the copyri Take from the music rack That song of wise guys love "They Never Can Come I Napoleon notwithstanding, Who failed and got the sa Let Samson's finish teach 1 Sometimes they do come 1 Why, even Jonah left at la His submarine fish smack, And terror taught to Ninev Sometimes they do come And Cook and Peary, save t From out the ice seas WI Have taught the word-war Sometimes they do come They write that Teddy's dow Each panic spurred. paid Their repetition proves they Sometimes they do come Writers and rhymers, used - The statement won't attac Each knows it to his sorrow Sometimes they do come COMMANDER PEARY. The Tiger, purring to his I With waving tail, arched Admits, a sadder, wiser bru Sometimes they do come the Newtown (Pa.) Enterprise.) Students of form and wiseac ore the modern hero goes At Yale all had their erac of fame across the snows. Wise brothers all, we spoke Sometimes they do come of an Arctic night rless courage cannot blight. silence of days and nights grandeur of borean lights, ome and loved ones far away, rful fate if he go astray. dering o'er the trackless waste, northern light by shadows ased-- is purpose to gain the goal, ecked by fate, beneath the pole. a man were given the gift with courage a prize to lift, a deserves to reach his aim THE STRICKEN MOUNTAINEER BY HAMLIN GARLAND O NCE he was king of forest men. To him a snow-capped mountain-range Was but a line, a place of mark, A view-point on the trail. Then He had no fear of dark, Nor of wind's change. Now an up-rolled rug along the floor Appals his feet. His withered arm Shakes at the menace of a door, And every wind-waft does him harm. God, it is a piteous sight to see This ranger of the hills confined To the poor compass of his room Like a chained eagle on a tree, Lax-winged and gray and blind! Only in dream he sees the bloom On far hills where the red deer run; Only in dream he guides the swift canoe, Or stalks the crafty cat with dog and polished gun. The mightiest cañon of the earth He conquered; cleft it to the heart: Now here beside his tiny hearth He sits benumbed, taking no part In all the splendid explorations of the west. With deep-eyes pleading like a dying deer He asks release from pain-and rest. In him behold the story of our best- The chronicle of riflemen behind the plow. His the life of those who knew No barrier but the sunset in their quest. On his bent head and grizzled hair Is set the sign of those who show New cunning to the wolf, who chase The mother panther to her lair And strike the lion from the mountain's face. And when he dies, as soon he must, A magic word goes with him to the grave. He was a pioneer. Above his dust Set these plain words: "He was a brave. He faced the winter's winds unscared. He met stern nature stark alone. 928 Copyright, 1906, by Karl E. Moon & Co. KI-E-TE-DAY, A LAGUNA MAIDEN From the Pueblo of Laguna, New Mexico. She is wearing a Navajo blanket and Navajo silver ornaments. 930 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE Our velvet way his steel prepared. He died without a curse or moan." Then bury him not here in city soil, Where the cars grind and factories spill Their acrid smoke on those who toil. Bear him away to some high hill That overlooks the mighty stream Whose thousand miles of pathway 'mid the corn Blazons his prowess. There let him dream, And wait God's resurrection morn. THE SHUTTLE BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT Author of That Lass o' Lowrie's," The Dawn of a To-morrow," etc. XLI amine and protect and lay restrictions; but every one will manage to keep at a SHE WOULD DO SOMETHING discreet distance, and the thing will run S IR NIGEL'S face was not a good riot and do its worst. As far as one can thing to see when he appeared at the see, there seems no reason why the whole dinner table in the evening. Until the place should not be swept away. No soup had been removed he scarcely spoke, doubt Mount Dunstan has wisely taken merely making curt replies to any casual to his heels already." remark. "I think that, on the contrary, there "Mount Dunstan is in a deucedly un- would be much doubt of that," Betty pleasant position," he condescended at said. "He would stay and do what he last. "I should not care to stand in his could." shoes." Sir Nigel shrugged his shoulders. He had not returned to the Court until "Would he? I think you 'll find he late in the afternoon, but having heard would not." in the village the rumor of the outbreak "Mrs. Brent tells me," Rosalie broke of fever, he had made inquiries and gath- in somewhat hurriedly, "that the huts ered detail. for the hoppers are in the worst possible "You are thinking of the outbreak of condition. They are so dilapidated that typhoid among the hop-pickers," said the rain pours into them. There is no Lady Anstruthers. "Mrs. Brent thinks proper shelter for the people who are ill, it threatens to be very serious." and Lord Mount Dunstan cannot afford to "An epidemic without a doubt," he an- take care of them." swered. "In a wretched unsanitary place "But he will-he will," broke forth like Dunstan village the wretches will Betty. Her head lifted itself, and she die like flies." spoke almost as if through her small shut "What will be done?" inquired Betty. teeth. A wave of intense belief, high, He gave her one of his unpleasant proud, and obstinate, swept through her. personal glances and laughed derisively. It was a feeling so strong and vibrant "Done? The county authorities who that she felt as if Mount Dunstan him- call themselves 'Guardians' will be fright- self must be reached and upborne by it, ened to death, and will potter about and as if he himself must hear her. fuss like old women, and profess to ex- Rosalie looked at her half startled, and H s POTTER '06 AN INVITATION. (L. Case Russell. in New York Times 2 You are cordially invited-not a single soul is slighted- To my place up in the Arctic where the icy breezes blow; You may come and bring your kinfolk, all your fat and stout and thin folk, And forget that torrid weather ever baked you here below. I've a bungalow so chilly you'll admit it's really silly Here to roast and broil and sizzle when there's room for you up there; Built of blocks of ice, cemented by the glit- t'ring snow-demented Are the foolish ones who tarry in this super- heated air. Its attract ons are quite varied, as you'll find when once you've tarried. There's a quaint Italian garden with its fauns and nymphs in ice; Here my Eskimos-no fooling-serve you polar currents cooling, Pancake ice will be your breakfast and it's always cold and nice. There is skating, boating, coasting-pray be- lieve I am not boasting- And on Saturdays a Snow Ball where they dance the Polar Bear, If your interest is excited, don't forget that you're invited, Just present this invitation at the door-I'll meet you there. N H, Woman's Club See Their Hopes Realized. DOVER, N H, July 16-The effort of he newly-formed civic department of he Dover Woman's Club to do some- hing for the benefit of the young chil- ren of the city was realized today in ne opening of a Summer playground 1 the Washington-st School yard. The opening, at 9 o'clock, was attend- d by a large number of children. The xercises consisted of a flag salute and he singing of "America." There fol- owed singing, games and story-telling nder the direction of Miss Jennie S. mith, teacher of the Peirce School. The members of the civic committee resent were: Mrs Georgietta Trickey, hairman; Mrs Frank Snow, Mrs Charles C. Dorr, Mrs Robinson, Mrs Charles A. Davis and Mrs John Scales. Miss Annie K. Seavey, president of the Voman's Club, and Mrs Winkley, mem- er of the executive board, were also resent. The committee will have play-periods Tuesday and Thursday mornings hroughout the Summer, and it is planned to have afternoon periods, so that mothers can bring their young hildren to the playground. Miss Beth Rollins will teach the children march- ng songs and folk-dances. Mrs Wil- inm Whiteler will aggist Sun Mari21 TO THE BRAVEST. ["What were your duties as naval aid?" Commander Key hesitated, reddened and answered: "They were largely social. I appeared in uniform at all social functions." -News Item.] Have you ever looked and wondered at those uniforms of gold, At the bullion and the gilt, And the gem-encrusted hilt, At the tassels and aigrettes And the fringe and epaulettes? And have you ever wondered at the func- tion they perform? "At all the social functions I appeared in uniform!" Before you is a ballroom that is crowded with the fair. Glances shoot at every heart, Aimed with most unerring art; All the men are chilled with fright, Try to steal away from sight. But the ladies quake and tremble as appears a martial form-- "At all the social functions I appeared in uniform!" We see a state reception to the foreign attachés, Here is one with feathered crest, Here is one with medalled breast, Here's another: gold and green- Bravest warriors ever seen. To this foreign fighting standard have we nothing to conform? "At all the social functions I appeared in uniform!" If you think that it's a pudding you'd be wise to think again; Think of social pits and snares, Etiquette and splitting hairs, Dowagers who wish to dance, Mammas with a haughty glance. "Who was it," History remarked, "that stood the fiercest storm? It was Key, the great Commander, who appeared in uniform!" BANK OF NEW YORK, New York, March 20. 1003. The Board of Directors has this day declared a dividend of ONE AND ONE-HALF PER CENT., free of tax, out of the earnings of the past three months. payable on and after April 1st, 1908, to stockholders of record at the close of business March 27th. 1908.1 ALBION K. CHAPMAN, Cashier. THE NATIONAL PARK BANK of New York. March 20, 1908. The Board of Directors have to-day declared a quarterly dividend of FOUR PER CENT. (4%), and after April 1st, 1908, to stockholders of record upon the Capital Stock of this Bank, payable on at the close of business March 20, 1908. MAURICE H. EWER, Cashier. THE FOURTH NATIONAL BANK OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK. 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CABLE ADDRESS, NEW YORK MEIKE" NEW YORK The First Established and Most Complete Newspaper Cutting Bureau in the World LIFE dress New York City DEC 1910 Rhymed Reviews The North Pole (By Robert E. Peary. Frederick A. 38 Stokes Company) I knew we'd cop that Polar belt ! My ship was bound to push straight forward Because I'd named her "Roosevelt," She bit the icebergs, smashing nor'- ward To camp, near Markham Inlet; there, Among the packs that crash and splinter We dined on musk-ox, deer and bear And whiled away the sunless winter. As welcome spring approached, T chose To man a sledging expedition The pick of all the Eskimos Who lived to aid my one ambition; For I had saved their starving tribe And nursed their sprains and frozen noses; In sober truth, I might describe Myself as quite an Eski-Moses. We fared across the glacial seas, Their rugged floes and pressure ridges And leads of open water-these We often passed on ice-cake bridges. Near eighty-eight north latitude Brave Captain Bartlett, bluff and hearty (Who earned my fervent gratitude), Led back my last supporting party. With five companions, strong of soul, To share my toil and extra glory, On April sixth I found the Pole And hurried back to write my story; Which makes, I trust, a pleasing book, But they that yearn for dissertations Upon the wiles of Doctor Cook & Must wait for other men's narrations. My medals fill a trunk. My name Upon her scroll shall Clio's pen mark That babes unborn may read; my fame Has even spread to Darkest Den- mark. The Polar wreath alone I wear, For I'm the Polar Star, my dearie; In brief, the only Polar bear Is yours politely, Cap'n Peary. -Arthur Guiterman. Is not the right rady to In the first place, she's just like a leaky old boat. This reason sounds queer, without doubt; But unless they are nautical, few hus- bands dote On constantly bailing wives out. Then, again, when a fellow hooks up to a girl, He wants to abjure. single life; But how the-how can he, when poli- tics' whirl, Is preferred to himself by his wife? Speculation, however, can't help us a lot- Its use is decidedly small. The real point is not why a fellow should not, But why on earth should he at all? This reduces the question to one of degree; For the every-day partner of joys And of sorrows seems different only, to me, By the fact that she may make less noise. The one single person who has cause for glee, Is the parson; because he is paid In good coin of the realm, a large ele- gant fee, And does not, though he does, wed the maid. However, to be absolutely exact, It is simply superfluous buzz To give reasons against it at all, when in fact, We all know that a man never does. N. Salsbury. hite SCOTCH FINE NOGNOT American people know a good article. It is an established reputation that has made the Black & White h Whisky the largest y brand in America. TELEPHONE Intended for 1118-18TH Peary ST. the giftie gi'e "O wad some power us To see oursel' as ithers see us." HENRY ROMEIKE, Inc. M 33 UNION SQUARE, BROADWAY CABLE ADDRESS, "ROMEIKE," NEW YORK NEW YORK The First Established and Most Complete Newspaper Cutting Bureau in the World. From Sumsey MAGAZINE Address New York City MAY 1904 Date WHEN PEARY FINDS THE POLE. WHEN Peary with his sledges Shall reach the magic spot Which men have sought for ages long- But yet have found it not; Where mercury is frozen 84 And icebergs pitch and roll- Oh, wondrous things will happen When Peary finds the Pole! Some enterprising Yankee Will gobble up the land, And in his bold advertisements Pole City" will sound grand; He'll build a summer hostelry And lay golf link and hole- Oh, this is sure to happen When Peary finds the Pole! Then Vanderbilt or Morgan Will start a steamboat line Up toward the arctic circle- "Twill be a golden mine- For all the hosts of swelldom Must seek the new health goal, Where no disease-germ braves the frost- When Peary finds the Pole. Newport will lose her standing, Bar Harbor sink apace, And staid Atlantic City Be nowhere in the race; For fashion will desert them For realms where icebergs roll, And travel's tide will northward turn, When Peary finds the Pole! Charles Henry Chesley. vauran them. Dy IIVI Curtice, still not comprehending fully what had happened, gave her a brief word of thanks. "Thanks!" she flashed. ' And what do I want of your thanks? You've done your best, but you were fools to think of fighting me! Go, I tell you! There's the captain's ship, and here comes his engi- neer-the crew has deserted, but you ought to be able to manage to get to Curaçoa, where you will find the honor- able father of your future wife. And when you find him, señorita," she con- tinued in a softer tone, "tell him we shall be obliged for the return of our navy, when he is quite done with it. Go, will you? Go, before I repent!" She followed them to the water's edge, storming each into silence when they would have given her words of thanks. Mr. Hentz was waiting there with the dingey; he greeted them as those risen from the dead. With some difficulty they all crowded into the little boat and gained the Miranda J. As for milady, she watched them safe aboard, and then turned and went about her businesses-sobbing, I think. END. WARY OF POLAR BRIZE-WINNERS. Was it Dr. Cook or Peary? Is it Amundsen or Scott? The people are bewildered, as they well may be, God wot; First the cable says the Briton in the sprinting to the pole, Won the honors for his nation, put his rival in a hole. Now another message follows which reverses former news, And the people, sorely puzzled, are reluctant which to choose. Is that most unseemly wrangle which the Arctic race begot, To be again experienced in the case of Captain Scott? Is he the real hero, as was Peary in the north, And is Amundsen another papeocrystic lump of froth? The record of the latter belies such meanly traits, But the public, undecided, and, remembering, hesitates. Not till Scott himself shall answer and ifficially declare His triumph or his failure can either sailor share, In the honors of discovery that await the pioneers Who, braving all privations, explore uncharted spheres. To the hardy Scandinavian or the British naval man, Whichever's in the van, we'll give the well-earned glory, That plucky deeds invite and by our hearty plaudits sus- picion put to flight. But, warned by previous clashing, made wary by the past, We halt at this emergence and hold emotions fast; We think of Cook and Peary, that mental strain review And, duped by former faking, would later pits eschew. So here we stand expectant, our gaze Antarctic sot, Ready to cheer for Amundsen, eager to shout for Scott. Jhash Polar them keep Improvements exploing, Mar 13/12 Searching for the pole, While the winds are roaring 'Round the icy goal. Northward let them travel; Southward let them fly. Mysteries to unravel Bid them bravely try. Let their angry passions Rise for all they're worth, In their various fashions. Both ends of the earth Will be altered finely By the hot display, As the ice supinely Melts and drifts away. SCHOOLBOY'S POEM PLEASE PEARY PLEASED BY Book Explorer Acknowledges Appre "The Conqueror of the Frozel Commander Peary has acknow SCHOOLBOY'S POEM appreciation of the poem enti queror of the Frozen North," Phila Public dedger published in the magazine of Charter School, Philadelphia. was written by a student who Penn Charter Student Receives self "W. L. I.-O. P. C., '07'' an follows: Graceful Acknowledgment Dec. 23'1 CONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN was. From Explorer. 20/10 Conqueror of the frozen North! To t Be honor, glory, praise, and, last, Small tribute to thy struggle, cruel Across the barriers of an icy sea. The October number of the Penn Char- Long years of toil, long years of cons ter Magazine published a poem entitled Thy mind its purpose held, and eve 'Conqueror of the Frozen North," dedi- And faithful to thy self-set ta wrong cated to Commander Peary. It was writ- Thou comest-thy laurels earned-tri ten by a student, who signs himself "W. Some there may be who ask what thou L. I.-O. P. C., '07.'' A copy of the poem What purpose serves the winning of t was sent to Commander Peary, who ac- Who always scorned thy valiant fari To those our answer is that thou has knowledged its receipt in the following Achieved that which thy ever dauntl Had prayed to gain. Hall! Conq letter: Department of Justice, North! Washington, D. C., Dec. 16, 1910. Editor G. Gordon Urguhart. The Penn Charter Magazine, S South 12th st., Philadelphia, Pa. My Dear Sir: I hope you will pardon me for my delay in acknowledging your courtesy in sending me a copy of your Penn Charter Magazine for October. 1910. I have been so crowded with work since my arrival in Washington that I have been unable to give proper attention to my cor- respondence. Permit me now to express my sincere ap- preciation of your friendly expressions, and for your courtesy in sending me a copy of your very attractive appearing magazine. I will also ask you to convey to "W. L. I." my indebtedness to him for his stirring lines. I am taking the liberty of sending you, under separate cover. an autograph like- ness, which I will ask you to accept with my compliments. Kindly remember me to your associates and colleagues of the Penn Charter School and believe me always, very sincerely. PEARY. The poem follows: CONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN NORTH. Conqueror of the frozen North! To thee Be honor, glory, praise, and last, our Small song, tribute to thy struggle, cruel and long, Across the barriers of an icy sea. Long years of toil, long years of constancy Thy mind its purpose held, and ever strong And faithful to thy self-set task, through Thou wrong comest-thy laurels earned—tri- umphantly. Some there may be who ask what thou hast done- What purpose serves the winning of thy W ho always gcal- scorned thy valiant faring forth. To those our answer is that thou hast won-- Achieved that which thy ever dauntless Had praved soul to gain. Hail! Conqueror of the KE CHILDREN'S FIGHT TO TUESDAY MORNING, D Winthrop Couple Seek to Compel Neigh- bors to Stop Sons Calling Names For the first time in the history of Mas- achusetts courts an injunction is being ought as a sort of gag to prevent the hildren of one family from calling the hild of a neighbor names and also to revent interference along similar lines. The injunction proceedings were brought efore Judge Hitchcock in the equity ession of the Superior Court today. Wil- am and Mary J. Thompson of Winthrop, ho are the parents of Lester Thompson, SCENE OF NE VERSES MARKED DOWN T HE season's Town sale Topics is over, and Jan. by various 26 devices 111 I have lowered my stock of poems at the usual fancy prices. My Christmas sonnets netted something really satisfying, While a lot of New Year couplets sent my cash account sky-highing. My latest goods were gobbled by the keenest of the buyers, Those editors whose intellects are sharpened up like briars; The older stock went slower but by skillful advertising I caught the market neatly while the Christmas tide was rising. Now the holidays are going and I find as trade disperses, That I have upon my counter several first rate unsold verses; So I'm offering some bargains for those shoppers still in town Who would like to buy a lyric or some rare blank verse marked down. I've an able "Ode to Peary," done with icy illustrations, And an " Epitaph on Teddy" framed in inky decorations; Then my "Aeronautic Ballad," which I'm placarding "One dime," Is the airiest creation that was ever put in rhyme. I've a good "Tri-borough Epic" and a "Rapid Transit Sonnet," And a gem that I've entitled Mother's Rats Are in Her Bonnet"; Then I have a dozen others-masterpieces-that I'll lump Ere Spring poems flood the market and the Winter prices slump. The Poetaster. Jewell, NO. 54 Last Seventy January 28.-Miss Louise Wickham, a reception; No. 338 Lexington venue. January 28.-The Vassar Alumni of New York, a luncheon; The Plaza. January 30.-Mrs. Charles Dewar Simons, Jr., Mrs. John Anderson Morton, a reception; The Buckingham Hotel. January 30.-Last Meeting Monday afternoon Bridge Club; No. 988 Fifth avenue. January 31.-Mrs. Henry Meyer Johnson, a bridge party; No. 103 East Fifty-seventh street. January 31.-Mrs. Alfred Post Hinton, a dinner and theatre party; No. 45 West Fifty-fifth street. January 31.-Mrs. Wilson Powell, a dinner; No. 130 East Seventieth street. January 31.-Mr. and Mrs. Stuart Duncan, a dinner; No. 3 Fast Seventy-fifth street. February 1.-Miss Grace Bigelow, a dinner; No. 21 Gramercy Park. February 1.-Mrs. Karl Newhoff, a bridge party; No. 238 Madison av. February 7.-Mrs. Thomas H. Barber, a dinner for Governor and Mrs. Dix; No. 45 East Sixty-eighth street. February 7.-Mrs. W. Seward Webb, a dinner for Miss Laura Webb; No. 680 Fifth avenue. February 8, 9.-Annual Entertainment of the Junior League; The Plaza. February 10.-Mrs. Dallas Bache Pratt, a dinner; No. 24 West Forty- eighth street. February 11.-Mrs. Samuel Untermyer, a reception for Count Albert Apponyi; No. 675 Fifth avenue. February 14.-Annual fête for the benefit of the New York Association for the Blind; Hotel Astor. February 14.-Miss Catherine Hamersley, a dinner for Miss Francis Dickey; No. 1030 Fifth avenue. February 15.-Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish, a luncheon for Count Albert Ap- ponyi; No. 25 East Seventy-eighth street. For the ENTERPRISE. LIEUTENANT PEARY. Once more the modern hero goes In quest of fame across the snows. The terrors of an Arctic night His fearless courage cannot blight. 'Mid awful silence of days and nights The solemn grandeur of borean lights, From home and loved ones far away, And fearful fate if he go astray. As wandering o'er the trackless waste, The dim Northern light by shadows chased,- High his purpose to gain the goal, Nor wrecked by fate, beneath the pole. If ever a man were given the gift To strive with courage a prize to lift, This one deserves to reach his aim, Returning, crowned with endless fame. New York, Sept 9, 1903. CROSSMAN LYONS. AN INCUDENT n.n. n.y.c.Line aug.10/11. LIFE 225 South Pole Ahoy! Discovered by Two Representatives of Life Tremendous Excitement in All Parts of the World THE modern most stupendous discovery of times has just taken place quietly and without any warning. The South Pole has been genuinely discovered. The proofs of this have been brought back by two of the most intrepid explorers of modern times. This story is being paid for at the rate of ten dollars a word, and the money deposited. Our grand lecture tour will be announced later. Commander Peary, when notified, smiled derisively. Villains! he exclaimed. Dr. Cook, as is his wont, was much more polite. "I am very glad that répresentatives of LIFE have had the honor of discov- ering the South Pole," he said, and that their story is accompanied with in- dubitable proofs. I had intended start- ing for the South Pole myself this Summer, but have been delayed owing to my vaudeville programme. Now it will not be necessary." Our two representatives refuse to give their names. " So much obloquy has attached to the act of discovery of late years," said " A FAREWELL LOOK AT NEW YORK" one of them yesterday, " that we prefer looking for some means of leaving town not to be known. We are willing that without scandal. Mr. Curtis kindly con- our fame should rest on the actual proof sented to lend us his machine for this of our journey as furnished by the purpose. We thanked him and em- photographs." barked." Will you tell us how you conceived Without any warning or previous the idea?" thought of where you were going?" " Certainly. It was quite simple. One " Say not so," interrupted the other day we were strolling along the board- intrepid explorer. You see, we are walk at Atlantic City, when suddenly both natives of Brooklyn, and since our we saw Mr. Curtis come sailing by in earliest years we have been consumed his biplane. Naturally, having just by a passion to get as far away from spent all of our money buying Japanese home as possible. The idea of some- " WE SLEPT IN OUR GUM-DROP screens in an auction room, we were day going to the South Pole has pos- 226 LIFE sessed us both like a consuming flame. We therefore welcomed this opportunity, although, of course, we said nothing to Mr. Curtis about it. But let my com- panion continue." "You took nothing with you?" The other intrepid explorer smiled as he went on. MEASURING THE POLE on South, over Mexico, over South As soon, therefore, as we got within America, over the Straits of Magellan, sight of the Pole, I began to take photo- FIRST PHOTOGRAPH. THE REVOLVING POLE until- graphs. I wanted to have the evidence " Great Jack Frost!" we exclaimed. complete. We have also measured it, "Nothing but our straw hats and a " Weren't you cold?" to make sure." patent gum-drop, which we could ex- " We didn't have time to be, we went He handed us the first photograph of pand at any moment. Once in the bi- SO fast. Besides, we were SO filled with the Pole itself. plane, we started off for a farewell look patriotism and the thought of our coun- "Observe," he said, "that even as we at New York. Then we sped straight try's joy, that we knew not cold or heat. took it, it was revolving. That is where both Cook and Peary made their fatal mistake. They relied upon their ob- servations to convince people that they were actually at the North Pole. Of course, nobody believes now that either of them got there. With us it was quite a simple matter. All we had to do was to hover directly over the Pole and make the exposure long enough, so that the rocks immediately around the centre could be seen revolving. The picture is its own proof. In no other spot on the earth could this happen." Sure enough, it was exactly as he had said. You will notice," he continued, " that from above the Pole appears al- most flat. That is due. to the optical illusion. Actually it was about seven- teen feet three inches high." How long were you there?" " Just during our two weeks' vaca- tion." " And where did you sleep?" " In our gum-drop, of course." " And what did you do?" " Well, we listened to a lot of former " A LOT OF FORMER RECORDS" records that happened to be there, break- WHEN PEARY CAME TO TOWN. Tune-"When Hey Rube Went to the Circus." With Apologies to a Popular Comedian. One day last spring- I think 'twas May— A man named Cook Did come this way. ORNIA. He came from the north- From the Esquimaux Where day is night On the West 3, And they never have a thaw; Where the bii roar, He came with a noise- There's ino d place to go, With glare and a band As the real thing, It has mei erve, All others he damned- Pretty girls of curve, He'd found the Pole And is going to have a show, Way at the extreme, We will all be there Oh, yes, he had, It was no dream. For a great hi Ka But suddenly from the Ices You There came a protest sound C things for your band, From Commodore Peary Ang Who had just come around- e some true blue. He sent us a wireless Hot from the reel Cuddle up a little closer, San Francisco dears, That Cook was a faker Send your ships around to see us, Full of bad spiel- Filled with wine that cheers. That he was the only Finder of the stick We like to eat your fruit SO rosy, To stop Cook's glory, Like to have you near us-cozy, It just made him sick- ove from head to toesie And he'd soon be back With some Esquimaux Showing Cook was a liar With a lying liar's jaw. But the world was slow To accept Peary's talk And Cook had the lead— Got away in a walk- Seemed to mesmerize us all With a lot of hot stuff About Peary and his gang Not being up to snuff; He traveled from the East To away down South. We all bowed before him When he opened up his mouth But it surely was One good, grand muss, 'Till Peary showed us He was the cuss. oH, UNCLE GEORGE ! The Pole was his, All honors the same, He was the fellow- Tune-"In the Good Old Summer Time." All hail his name! So here he is With us tonight- There's with us tonight, Ahead of the game- One, who made a great fight- He's won the fight. In the Good Old Election Time; All hats come off Our dear Uncle George- To the hero grand. With honors we gorge- We'll sing a song, In the Good Old Election Time- And start the band. He had a great scare, To hell with Cook, By others who'd dare Hurrah for he, Try out at Election Time, To the North Pole hero But George made the sweep- As you can see. Got there with both feet, We'll drink his health In the Good Old Election Time. With sparkling wine, And hope, by gosh, CHORUS. More Poles he'll find. In the Good Old Election Time, For he's a jolly good fellow, In the Good Old Election Time, For he's a jolly good fellow, Oh, George, old scout, For he's a jolly good fellow, For you we shout, A jolly good fellow is he. In the Good Old Election Time - Long may he live and prosper, You won the trick, Long may he live and prosper, No help from Dick, Long may he live and prosper, And that's no idle dream, And Cook can climb a tree. For you made a great race At a two twenty pace, In the Good Old Election Time. Down at D. C. You are the Big G- Just after Election Time- We have guns in our parks Which bear your ear marks, Just after Election Time- You've raised the Maine, And got a great name, Just after Election Time- And now we all say, That you sure are no Jay, Just after Election Time. EAST HARPSWELL The whole world rejoices that Lieut. Peary has discovered the long sought after North Pole. Since the year 1553 every few years some dar- ing man has thought he could reach the goal, yet all have failed until Dr. Cook and Lieut. Peary both claim to have found it. It seems too bad that there should be any controversy to establish their claims. OLD GLORY AT THE POLE. For many hundred years ships have sailed the sea, Where the great North Pole was supposed to be; Men of all nations, ships of steam and of sail, With great loss of life, in the end but to fail. But a wireless message comes to our ear, That Peary, who has learned to know no fear, Had dashed for the Pole and reached the goal, , And over the world the echoes roll. And our flag, Old Glory, is floating free Over the ice of the frozen sea. There nailed to the mast, brave Peary done it, Won't that be a plume in his Arc- tic bonnet? More honors for the grand old U. S. A. When once we grasp them, they are here to stay; On sea and on land for a hundred years, The United States knows no peers. In war or in peace the world con- cedes. In everything our country leads. Then let Old Glory float on high, Under the dome of the Arctic sky. SILAS S. HOLBROOK. subscription. oupo ceipts for eight month ssued with any subscri Entr Blank te for the Scholarship Address ge. Address ly, wordwood f - g g y d r e FREE TO KA

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    "ocrText": "The Litchfield County\nUniversity Club\nWINSTED\nDECEMBER SIXTEENTH\n1904\n1\nGAUDEAMUS IGITUR\nJUVENES DUM SUMUS\nGAUDEAMUS IGITUR\nJUVENES DUM SUMUS\nPOST JUCUNDAM JUVENTUTEM\nPOST MOLESTAM SENECTUTEM\nNOS HABEBIT HUMUS\nNOS HABEBIT HUMUS\nK\nFAIR HARVARD.\nFair Harvard ! thy sons to thy jubilee throng,\nAnd with blessings surrender thee o'er,\nBy these festival rites, from the age that is past\nTo the age that is waiting before.\nO relic and type of our ancestors' worth,\nThat has long kept their memory warm,\nFirst flower of their wilderness ! star of their\nnight!\nCalm rising thro' change and thro' storm.\nTo thy bow'rs we were led in the bloom of our\nyouth,\nFrom the home of our infantile years,\nWhen our fathers had warn'd, and our mothers\nhad pray'd.\nAnd sisters had blest through their tears.\nThou then wert our parent, the nurse of our\nsoul;\nWe were moulded to manhood by thee,\nTill freighted with treasure tho'ts, friendships,\nand hopes,\nThou didst launch us on destiny's sea.\nMY LAST CIGAR.\n'Twas off the blue Canary Isles,\nA glorious summer day.\nI sat upon the quarter deck,\nWAKE, FRESHMEN, WAKE !\nAnd whiffed my cares away ;\nAnd as the volumed smoke arose,\nLike incense in the air,\nThe stars brightly glancing,\nI breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth,\nBehold us advancing,\nIt was my last cigar.\nAnd kindly smile upon us from on high;\nOur summons awaiting,\nCHORUS.\nWith hearts loudly beating,\nIt was my last cigar\nThe Freshmen trembling on their couches lie.\nIt was my last cigar\nI breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth,\nIt was my last cigar.\nCHORUS.\nWake ! wake ! Freshmen, wake !\nI leaned upon the quarter rail\nWake while our song smites the sky,\nAnd looked down in the sea,\nFor now ere we leave you,\nE'en there the purple wreath of smoke\nWe heartily give you,\nWas curling gracefully.\nO, what had I at such a time\nA welcome into Delta Beta Xi.\nTo do with wasting care?\nAlas ! the trembling tear proclaimed\nWhile some sadly ponder,\nIt was my last cigar.\nStill others will wonder\nCHORUS.\nWhy we their doors in silence dead pass by\nBut, O fortunati !\nI watched the ashes as it came\nO terque beati !\nFast drawing to the end;\nI watched it as a friend would watch\nWho hears the mystic call of Beta Xi.\nBeside a dying friend\nCHORUS.\nBut still the flame crept slowly on ;\nIt vanished into air;\nI threw it from me, spare the tale,\nIt was my last cigar.\nCHORUS.\nAMERICA.\nMy Country, 'tis of thee,\nSweet land of Liberty,\nOf thee I sing.\nLand where my fathers died,\nBINGO.\nLand of the pilgrim's pride,\nFrom every mountain side\nHere's to good old Yale, drink it down,\nLet Freedom ring.\ndrink it down,\nHere's to good old Yale, drink it down,\ndrink it down,\nMy native country, thee.\nHere's to good old Yale,\nLand of the noble, free,\nThy name I love.\nShe's SO hearty and so hale,\nI love thy rocks and rills,\nDrink it down, drink it down, drink it\nThy woods and templed hills;\ndown, down, down.\nMy heart with rapture thrills\nBalm of Gilead, Gilead,\nLike that above.\nBalm of Gilead, Gilead,\nBalm of Gilead, way down on the Bingo\nLet music swell the breeze,\nfarm.\nAnd ring from all the trees\nWe won't go there any more,\nSweet Freedom's song.\nWe won't go there any more,\nLet mortal tongues awake,\nWe won't go there any more, way down\nLet all that breathe partake,\non the Bingo farm.\nLet rocks their silence break;\nBingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo,\nThe sound prolong.\nBingo, Bingo, way down on the Bingo\nfarm.\nOur fathers' God, to Thee,\nB-I-N-G-O.\nAuthor of Liberty,\nTo Thee we sing.\nLong may our land be bright\nWith Freedom's holy light;\nProtect us by Thy might,\nGreat God, our King.\nTHE DOWD PRINTING CO.\nwill\nSTATE\nOF\nTHE\nRG 401\n1.\nBank\nYES\nA Godspeed to Peary.\n(Lines read at Mr. Bridgman's Farewell Dinner to Lieut.\nPeary, June 20, 1898.)\nPeary, Godspeed!\nI hardly know\nThe vast and intricate significance\nOf all that snow\nTo which you go;\nI only understand\nA brave man dares again.\nWhen heroes fight,\nWho asks his trivial why,\nSo that they fight like heroes?\nMaybe,-it well may be!-\nPeary shall find\nFauna and flora quite unknown to me,\nAnd Polar secrets wrest\nThat shall unlock\nDependent secrets of the East and West;\nBut what so science gain,\nOr whatsoe'r accrues to commerce,\nThis I think is best:\nThe courage of the quest,\nThe fearless eyes,\nThe dauntless soul,\nIn them the Pole!\nSo that the Pole make Peary,\nAs all such dreams\nHave power to make a man,\nV.S.N.\nI care not much that Peary find the Pole!\nAnd perhaps the wish were kind\nHe ne'er may find\nJosephine Diebetsch-Parr\nWhat with its finding\nKate Jordan Vermilyr.\nMeans a dream at end,\nFor who SO finds a dream,\nStrange though it seem,\nFrederic M. Vernity\nMust lose it as he finds-\n\"Tis SO with dreams.\nMartha Finhel\nPeary, Godspeed!\nThank Fishel\nWe let you go\nWith hands that linger,\nJohn a. Taylor\nHands proud to hold,\nReluctant hands to loose;\nFrauk L. Hall\nAnd I, an idle singer,\nA recent friend of ancient admiration,\nWould venture thus to bid you\nA Godspeed full as kind\nAs those who longer\nHave loved you, Peary,\nLonger, maybe, and stronger,\nItten Bartht Bridgman\nYet with no will more willing,\nPeary, towards you-\nH.L. Brio gman\nGentlest of all the strong,\nKindest of all the brave.\nRICHARD LE GALLIENNE.\nRichard Le gathinne\nSTATE\nin del\nworl A much\nNE\nLAW\nAugust 5, 1912.\nMy dear Miss Johns:\nI have your charming lines, and\nwrite to thank you, and to express\nmy appreciation of your thoughtful-\nness in sending them to me.\nIt will give me much pleasure\nto add your noem to my collection\nof Polar literature.\nWith best regards, I am,\nVery sincerely,\nMiss Henrietta Johns,\nHarrisburgh, Pa.\nThe Quest.\n(Henritte Johns)\nHark to the far-away cries of \"Eureka!\"\nThrilling with sense of Rosemary and Rue\nGoale for all ages men hoped for and signed for,\ngoals searched for vainly, but bled for and\ndid for\nThrough skull-bowered vistas are bared\nto our view.\nII\nFar and away, midst the Frigid gones' terrors,\nTo the innermost, daring the White Circles'\nbound,\nman - for the time was ripe - broke past\nall barriers-\nAnctic and antarctic ice -armed warriors\nTo establish dominion in snow-realms\nprofound.\nIII.\nup where the Load- Star allures to the\nDown where secret the Southern Cross\nglints on ice-crage\nFlutter the ensigns that honor their nations\n(2)\nnailed to the Poles, the far-call of\nEarth's stations,\nthose turn on its apis, stirs the folds\nof the flage!\nIV.\n\"Life!\" Polar stillness, weird, Sphinx-like,\nis broken,\nThe \"Ende of the Earth\" have been reached\nby the Voice.\nContinents Christian, have sent forth their\nvalor\nmaking the Christ-hope piercen through\nDeath 'e pallor\nand fulfillment of prophecy Christ 's\nworld to rejoice.\nV.\nHow therenow \"winged sphere\" wheels in\n'Circling its procession, Father, the Sun, in his stars\" flight\nSwing, bannered censer, (the \"morning\nDark-half and singing) Light-half. a metaphor\nringing,\na universe letting of Evil and Right.\n(The End)\nVol. XXV\nXPage Page six\nNo. 216\nTHE\nPENN CHARTER\nMAGAZINE\nOCTOBER, 1910\nDEPARTMENTS THAN BEL TE AOUS GOOD PUBLIC\nSI\nWILLIAM PENN\nCHARTER SCHOOL\nINSURES LIVES and GRANTS AN-\nNUITIES.\nTHE\nPAYS INTEREST ON DEPOSITS.\nTHE PROVIDENT\nActs as EXECUTOR, ADMINISTRATOR,\nTRUSTEE, GUARDIAN, COMMIT-\nPenn Charter Magazine.\nTEE, ASSIGNEE, RECEIVER,\nAGENT, etc.\nActs as REGISTRAR and TRANSFER\nLIFE and TRUST COMPANY\nAGENT.\nCOLLECTS AND REMITS INCOME.\nPublished monthly by the Members of the William Penn\nOF PHILADELPHIA\nASSUMES CARE OF REAL ESTATE.\nRECEIPTS WITHOUT CHARGE FOR\nWILLS DEPOSITED.\nCharter School, Philadelphia.\nOFFICE, No. 400 CHESTNUT STREET\nRents Safe Deposit Boxes $5 Upwards.\nALL TRUST FUNDS and INVESTMENTS\nARE KEPT SEPARATE AND APART from\nthe Assets of the Company.\nCapital,\n$1,000,000 00\nCONTENTS\nPAGE\nSurplus belonging to Stockholders,\n4,500,000.00\nEditorials,\nIS\nWit of Our Contemporaries,\nOFFICERS\n4\nAlumni,\nASA S. WING, President\nDAVID G. ALSOP, Actuary\n5\nT. WISTAR BROWN, Vice-President\nJ. BARTON TOWNSEND, Asst. Trust Officer\nConquerer of the Frozen North,\n6\nJOSEPH ASHBROOK, V. Pres. & Mgr. of Ins. Dept.\nSAMUEL H. TROTH, Treasurer\nIn Old Ireland,\nJ. ROBERTS FOULKE, Trust Officer\nC. WALTER BORTON, Secretary\n7\nJOHN WAY, Asst. Treasurer.\nThe Under Dog,\n9\nThe Mystery of the Dunkirk Pearls,\nDIRECTORS\nII\nStrength List,\nT. Wistar Brown\nWilliamLongstreth\nFrank H. Taylor\nFrederic H. Strawbridge Morris R. Bockius\nI5\nAsa S. Wing\nRobert M. Janney\nJoseph B. Townsend, Jr.\nJoseph Ashbrook\nHenry H. Collins\nAthletics,\nJames V. Watson\nMarriott C. Morris\nJohn B. Morgan\nJohn Thompson Emlen\nLevi L. Rue\n16\nJunior Page,\n17\nExchanges,\nEvery telephone, whether it be a Bell\n20\nor Keystone,\" is an ever present\nSchool Directory,\n22\nsolicitor for\nJacob Reed's Sons\n1424-26 Chestnut Street\nSTAFF.\nEditor-in-Chief\nG. 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D.,\n3900 Baltimore Ave., Philadelphia, Pa.\nThe Freihofer Vienna Baking Co.\nMaster Street, 23d to 24th\nWe employ the most skilled labor and modern appliances in our bakeries.\nWe bake BREAD, ROLLS, PIES and Cakes.\nAll of the highest grade.\nWILLIAM B. CARLILE\nPAINTING AND DECORATING\nWALL PAPERS\n1727 CHESTNUT STREET\nPHILADELPHIA\nIt will be of advantage to mention this Magazine in answering these advertisements.\nTHE\nPENN CHARTER\nMAGAZINE\nTE\nAOUS\nVOL. XXV\nPHILADELPHIA, OCTOBER, 1910.\nNo. 216\nThe editorials and all other unsigned articles in this Magazine are written by the Editor-in-Chief or his associates (for\nnames, see second page of front cover). Signed articles by the students have the name of the writer's class\nadded to the signature, and those by the Alumni the year of graduation, while those by\nmembers of the school staff have the signature without designation.\nV\nACATION is over and we have\nthought we had been at school for\nsettled down to our regular\nweeks. It was no different on the sec-\nduties in school life. Few of us can\nond day of school from what it is now\nas yet realize that our summer is over.\nthat we have been going for several\nIn fact, last spring\nweeks. There was the usual assembly\nBack\nto\nSchool\nseems but yesterday to\nwith the orchestra leading the singing\nmany now again gath-\nas it did last year. Of course, there\nered together in this flourishing school\nwas no meeting Wednesday, as we fol-\nof ours. Of course, we miss our\nlowed Tuesday's program, but in every\nfriends who graduated last year, but\nother respect the school was perfectly\nwe hope that the present senior class\nnormal. So it seems to us as though\nTHE SCIENCE CLUB\nwill equal, if not excel, the record of\nboth boys and teachers should be proud\ntheir predecessors. The school now\nof the way the old school has got to\nseems to be filled with fellows of some\nwork without delay or lost motion.\nspirit, who desire to bring additional\nglory to the already famous name.\nA\nT the beginning of the year in\nThis MAGAZINE does not want to be\nAssembly Dr. JONES commented\ncontinually preaching, and it does not\nto the boys with a certain pleasure\nmake that its object, but a little of\nand pride upon the large number of\nthe old, old story of advice to a school-\nscholars in the Senior\nThe Increase of the\nboy, if put before him, tends to make\nSchool. That pride is\nSenior School\nhim think. Our advice is: \"Don't begin\njust pride, and that\nto work until about April or May. Then\npleasure is one gained purely through\nkill yourself trying to pass. After that\nour headmaster's efforts. It is an as-\nwake up to the fact that you have failed.\ntounding tribute to the success of his\nThink of the pleasure you will have in\nmanagement of the school to think of\ngoing into a class of smaller children.\"\nthe enormous increase in its attendance\nIf this advice be sound, follow it. If\nsince he first began to direct it.\nit be not sound, don't follow it and take\nJust as the value of machines is de-\nour best wishes for success with you.\ntermined by the nature of their product,\nSO the importance of institutions must\nTHE whole school certainly ought\nbe reckoned by the size and quality of\nbe congratulated on the way\ntheir output. It is needless to dwell\nit has so quickly settled down into the\non the quality of Penn Charter alumni;\nroutine of work. On Tuesday the boys\nthey themselves furnish proof of its ex-\ncame to school and re-\ncellence. The graduating class is a\nResuming Work ceived their books, and\ngood example of the increase which\non the next day a\nhas become apparent throughout the\nstranger visiting the school would have\nSenior School. Last year it comprised\nI\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n2\n3\nforty-four boys, whereas this year its usual capacity since the first assembly\nA\nBOUT reading, Lord MACAULAY\ndispatch, \"We have met the enemy and\ntotal reaches to sixty-two.\nand is fully up to old standards. The\nsays: \"When a boy I began to\nthey are ours.\" In style and brevity\norganization needs two cornets and a\nread very earnestly, but at the foot of\nit equaled CESAR'S great speech, \"Veni,\nU\nPON returning to the school we\nclarinet. These valuable instruments in\nevery page I read I stopped and obliged\nVidi, Vici.\" A certain English gen-\nfound a new face to greet us on\nan orchestra are worthy of the atten-\nmyself to give an ac-\neral, however, was given by the Lon-\nthe teaching staff. To Mr. G. M.\ntion of many a Penn Charter boy, for\nReading\ncount of what I had\ndon Punch the record for brevity when,\nBAKER, who succeeds Mr. HERRICK as\nthey were made for men to play, and\nread on that page. At\nafter he had conquered without orders\nGerman master, we\ngive pleasure and satisfaction to him\nfirst I had to read it three or four times\nthe province of Scinde, in India, he sent\nGreeting\nwish to extend our\nwho plays them well. The present year\nbefore I got my mind firmly fixed.\nthis witty dispatch, \"I have sinned.\"\nhearty greeting. Mr.\nshould see those places filled by com-\nBut I compelled myself to comply with\nHe sent it in Latin, and it came in one\nWHITE, although he has been with us\npetent fellows from our ranks.\nthe plan, until now, after I have read\nword, \"Peccavi.\" Sir HORATIO NEL-\nseveral years, has not before been on\na book through once, I can almost re-\nSON was in command of the English\nour teaching staff. This year, in addi-\nW\nE were glad to hear at Penn\ncite it from beginning to end. It is a,\nfleets at the battle of the Nile, August\ntion to his track work, he will teach\nCharter of the success of one\nvery simple habit to form early in life,\nI, 1798. As the engagement between\nLatin in Quarta, filling Miss BRALEY'S\nof our old boys in winning a Greek and\nand it is valuable as a means of mak-\nhis fleets and the opposing French was\nplace. We wish them both a very pleas-\nLatin prize at college. HENRY D.\ning our reading serve the best pur-\nabout to begin, NELSON exclaimed,\nant year.\nLEARNED, O. P. C. '08,\npose.\"\n\"Victory or Westminster Abbey.\" It\nCollege Prizes won both prizes in\nproved to be victory.\nH\nAROLD J. CLARKE has been\nLatin and Greek sight\nA\nNYONE who was fortunate\nelected leader of the Glee Club\ntranslation for sophomores at the Uni-\nand WILLIAM R. WEBB, JR., leader of\nenough to witness the grand\nN\nOTHING is SO well calculated to\nversity of Pennsylvania. LEARNED\ndiscourage one as physical de-\nthe Mandolin Club. CLARKE'S powers\nwhile at Penn Charter was a member\nparade of the veterans of the Civil War\nfects which cannot be remedied; but\nof voice and leadership\nrecently in Atlantic City could not help\nof the MAGAZINE staff, and wound up\nhistory is full of instances of men who\nbeing impressed by\nMusical\nClubs\nare well known, and\nby being editor-in-chief. He was also\nhave suffered the\nG. A. R.\nthe wonderful sight.\nWEBB has many times\ngreatly interested in photography, hav-\nPerseverance greatest defects and\ndemonstrated his ability on mandolin,\nPost after post, the\ning won several prizes. This is only\nyet achieved greatness.\nbanjo and piano; the clubs are in com-\nremnants of a grand army, battle\none of the many instances in which we\nBEETHOVEN, who, despite his deafness,\npetent hands. The present large Sen-\nscarred and time worn, passed in con-\nhear of such prizes won by our old\nreached an eminence in the musical\nior School has an abundance of candi-\ntinuous file for two hours and a half.\nboys. If you scan with care the alumni\nworld to which no others have attained,\ndates for the sixty or more places on\nThere were few dry eyes among the\ncolumns during the winter you will\nonce said, \"The barriers are not erected\nthe clubs, SO the season looks promis-\nthousands of spectators who lined the\nprobably read of many more such in-\nthat can say to patient perseverance,\ning. For the good of the clubs the\nway when a band of old and crippled\nstances.\n\"Thus far and no farther.' MILTON,\nstandard of vocal and instrumental\nsoldiers sang, \"Marching Through\nin his blindness, wrote his best works.\nability required for membership has\nLL Penn Charter boys will be glad\nGeorgia.\" It was this type of men\nDEMOSTHENES was hooted from the\nbeen raised this year. Only those pos-\nA\nthat saved our Stars and Stripes, and\nto know that THEODORE E.\nstage the first time he spoke in public,\nsessing voices already good, or that\nthat is the reason they received such a\nBROWN, O. P. C. '96, has been chosen\nfor he had a weak, imperfect articula-\npromise much, will be eligible for the\nto succeed DR. HARRY TOULMIN, who\ngrand ovation along their line of march.\ntion, but by his own endeavor he be-\nGlee Club, and candidates for the Man-\nhas just resigned from\nMay the few encampments that are yet\ncame the most perfect orator the world\ndolin Club must own a high-grade\no. P. C. Graduate his position as chair-\nto come be as great a lesson in true\nhas known. To Penn Charter boys an-\ninstrument and study with an instru-\nman of the Baseball\npatriotism as the one just ended in\nother instance will occur at once. Let\nmental teacher during the music sea-\nCommittee of the University of Penn-\nAtlantic City.\nus learn this invaluable lesson.\nson at least. Every fellow who pos-\nsylvania. THEODORE E. BROWN was\nsesses the ability to play or sing well\nPennsylvania's great pitcher several\nshould come out for the clubs.\nIT is interesting to note the remarks\nI\nT is good to cultivate a little whole-\nyears ago and has been connected with\nmade by great men under strik-\nsome curiosity about the origin of\nThe director and leaders have al-\nathletics in that college for several\ning circumstances. For instance, after\nour common words. Have you ever\nready planned a vigorous campaign for\nyears.\nthe battle of Lake Erie had taken\nthought how or when window sashes\nthe winter and will work hard to main-\nWe are glad that one of Penn Char-\nplace and the British\ncame into existence?\ntain the enviable reputation borne by\nter's graduates has been chosen to fill\nRemarks\nfleet was overcome,\nA\nLight\nChat\nThe word \"sash\" tells\nthe clubs in Penn Charter and outside.\na position SO important in the athletics\nCommodore PERRY\nus that this kind of\nThe orchestra has been serving in its\nof one of the great universities.\nsent to General HARRISON his famous\nwindow was a Dutch invention, \"sas\"\n4\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nbeing the Dutch word for \"sluice.\" The\ntrouble, as it is hard to draw the fel-\nwindows derive their names from their\nlows away from the old rules. Despite\nresemblance to the sluices on the Dutch\nthis handicap the team has entered upon\ncanals. They open the same way.\nits work with great zeal. While this\nThese Dutch windows came to us about\nMAGAZINE goes to press before we can\n1688. At first only the richest people\nreally decide how the game is handled,\ncould afford them. From England they\nyet we hope for a successful season.\nwere introduced into France. Marshal\nThis year Dr. SHARPE has organized\nDE LORGE, who was the first French-\nfour teams, which will play each other.\nman to employ them, used to invite peo-\nThus the first team will get much more\nple to his house that they might see\npractice than from playing against the\nAny news from our 010 Boys will be gratefully received\nthis wonderful novelty. In England,\nsecond team alone. In addition to this,\nwhen the window tax was removed, the\nfellows who would otherwise be cut\nout have a chance to get good train-\n'92\nJ. GAZZAM MACKENZIE, O.\nP. C. '92, has been reëlected\n'07\nGEORGE S. WOLBERT, O. P.\nsash arrangement soon got to be the\nC. '07, has for the past few\ncommonest form of window.\ning by playing on the third or fourth\npresident of the Business Men's Club\nmonths been connected with the Corn\nteams. Under the leadership of Cap-\nof Toledo, Ohio.\nExchange National Bank of this city.\ntain CLARKE, who has been a member\nG\nREAT excitement has been caused\nof the team for several years, our foot-\nHOWELL W. PANCOAST, O. P. C.\n'08\nEDWARD P. WILLIAMS, O.P.\namong the football enthusiasts\nball season ought to be very satisfac-\nex-'92, was married to Miss LAURA R.\nC. '08, is making a strong\nby the new rules. These rules give the\ntory.\nHOGAN in New York City on June 4\nfight for a position on the University\ngame a different aspect, making it more\nlast.\nof Pennsylvania football team.\nopen and clear. Mass\nA\nT the regular meeting of the I. A.\nNew Rules\nplays are gradually be-\nAt Middle Granville, New\nHENRY D. LEARNED, O. P. C. '08,\nA. A. on October 5, 1910, it was\ning done away with.\nvoted that the four quarters, now called\n'96\nYork, on September 6, JOHN\nreceived the faculty prizes at Penn for\nThis new style of play has given the\nfor in football, shall be twelve minutes\nS. WITMER, JR., OP. C. '96, was mar-\nsight reading in both Latin and\nmembers of the school teams a little\neach.\nried to Miss VIRGINIA E. SPENCER.\nGreek.\nEMANUEL H. SHOEMAKER, O. P.\n'99\nTHOMAS P. McCutcheon,\nC. '08, was one of the several under-\nWIT OF OUR CONTEMPORARIES\nO. P. C. '99, has been recently\ngraduates at Penn who recently ad-\npromoted to Assistant Professorship in\ndressed the Freshmen of that institute.\nThe professional humorist was hav-\nTO THE POINT\nthe Department of Chemistry at the\nSHOEMAKER'S subject was, \"Class\ning his shoes shined: \"And is your\nElderly Aunt-\"I suppose you won-\nUniversity of Pennsylvania.\nSpirit and Freshman Customs.\"\nfather a boot-black too?\" he asked.\ndered, dear little Hans, why I left you\n\"No, sir,\" replied the boot-black;\nSO abruptly in the lane. I saw a man,\n'03\nAmong the few to receive\n'09\nEDWARD TRAINER, O. P. C.\n\"my father is a farmer.\"\nand oh, how I ran!\"\ntheir degree \"cum laude\" for\n'09, is a candidate for the\n\"Oh!\" said the P. H., reaching for\nHans \"Did you get him?\"-\nthe combined work of their second and\nCornell football team.\nhis note book. \"He believes in making\nPhanix.\nthird year courses at the Law School\nhay while the son shines.\"-Triangle.\nat Penn was ERNEST S. BALLARD, O.\nHARRY L. BROWNBACK, O. P. C.\n\"I always was good at picking out\nP. C. '03.\n'09, has applied for a patent on a new\ncarburetor of his own invention.\nSmarty-\"I see you are early of late.\nthe salient points,\" said the captain as\nYou used to be behind before, and now\nthe steamer went aground.-Harvard\n'04\nOn June II, 1910, BERNARD\nOne of those who responded to the\nyou are first at and Black.\nLampoon.\nWESTERMANN, O. P. C. '04,\nfall call for crew candidates at the U.\nwas married to Miss MIRIAM MYERS,\nof P. was BRENTON G. WALLACE, O.\nof San Francisco, Cal., at Kyoto, Japan.\nP. C. '09.\nMr. and Mrs. WESTERMANN are now\nALFRED L. TWELLS, O. P. C. 'o9, is\nliving in Kobe, Japan.\nat present connected with the First Na-\nJAMES IRVING, O. P. C. 'об, is\ntional Bank of Philadelphia.\n'06\nin business with his father in\nJ. PAUL BURLEIGH, O. P. C. '09,\nChester, Pa.\nwas on the golf team which the Uni-\n5\n6\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nversity of Pennsylvania sent to Man-\nchester, Mass., to compete in the Inter-\n'10\nNORMAN L. BARR, O. P. C.\n'10, is putting up a splendid\nIn Old Ireland\ncollegiate Golf Championship Tourna-\ngame on the Penn Freshman football\nment.\nteam, whereof he has been elected cap-\nOne of the mainstays of the Haver-\ntain.\nC Schwary\nford College football team is OLIVER\nOne of the candidates for the Rut-\nBy HENRY N. FALLON, Secunda.\nM. PORTER, O. P. C. 'o9, who is play-\ngers College football team is J. LAW-\ning fullback.\nSON BAILEY, O. P. C. 'IO.\nW\nHILE visiting friends in Ireland\nbuilding, we discussed what places of\nRONALD O. SHRIGLEY, O. P. C. 'o9,\nthis summer, the events of one\ninterest we should most like to see. We\nRICHARD M. MARSHALL, O. P. C.\nwas chairman of the Sophomore Poster\n'10, is playing end on the Freshman\nday in County Louth proved espe-\nwere all unanimous in our selection of\nCommittee at Penn.\ncially interesting. This county is one\nMonasterboice and New Grange. It\nfootball team at the U. of P.\nof the most historic counties of Ire-\nwas decided that after luncheon we\nland, and in it were fought the battle\nshould motor to Monasterboice, where\nof the Boyne and several Danish battles.\nwere some celebrated Irish crosses, and\nAfter we had witnessed the last flight\nthen to New Grange, an artificial\nCONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN NORTH\nof DREXEL in his monoplane, as he\nmound built by the Firbolgs about\ngracefully circled around the beautiful\nthree thousand years before Christ as\nConqueror of the frozen North To thee\nSome there may be who ask what thou\nLeopardstown race course outside of\na burial place for one of their kings.\nBe honor, glory, praise, and last, our\nhast done-\nDublin, now swerving downwards, now\nIt did not take us long to reach\nascending higher and higher until al-\nMonasterboice, passing through a few\nsong,\nWhat purpose serves the winning of\nmost lost in the clouds, and now grad-\ncountry graveyards, quite neglected,\nSmall tribute to thy struggle, cruel\nually descending again in circles, the\nand estates and thrifty farms. Mon-\nthy goal-\ntrain began to move. We had spent\nasterboice seemed to me just like a little\nand long,\ncountry graveyard, long disused and\nWho always scorned thy valiant faring\nan anxious half hour, as we had been\nAcross the barriers of an icy sea.\ntold by the guard that the first train\novergrown with grass, with no paths\nforth.\nout would not start before five o'clock,\nto walk on. At one end stood a round\nLong years of toil, long years of con-\nwhich meant that we should not be able\ntower, beside which were two Irish\nTo those our answer is that thou hast\nto take the train from Dublin to County\ncrosses. One of these is the finest of\nstancy\nwon-\nLouth, where we had been invited to\nits kind in the world. It consists of\nThy mind its purpose held, and ever\nstay a few days. As usual, however,\nthree parts, the base, the body and the\nAchieved that which thy ever daunt-\nluck was in our favor, as the train\ntop. The shaft, arms and circle of the\nstrong\nstarted at twenty minutes to five, giv-\ncross are all one piece. On one side\nless soul\nAnd faithful to thy self-set task,\ning us time to make the train to Louth.\nare carved scenes from the Scriptures,\nHad prayed to gain. Hail! Con-\nWe were SO late, however, that the\nsuch as EVE handing ADAM an apple\nthrough wrong\nonly seats we could find were in the\nand CAIN killing ABEL, while on the\nThou comest thy laurels earned\nqueror of the North!\ndining car. They say that it is sad to\nother side were sculptured the Cruci-\nsee happiness through another man's\nfixion and heads of cherubim. Under\ntriumphantly.\nW. L. I.-O. P. C. '07.\neyes, but it is sadder still to sit by and\nthe right arm is a hand, supposed to\nwatch others enjoy their dinner when\nbe the hand of God blessing the world,\nyou have not time to eat and know you\nand under the other are three heads\nmust ride six or seven Irish miles be-\nof monks, judging from their draperies,\nfore sitting down to a square meal.\nentwined with serpents devouring their\nHowever, Castle was reached,\ntails.\nand we were whirled away in the dusk\nThe other cross was about eight feet\nin our friend's motor, only catching\nhigher (the former being fifteen feet\nfleeting glimpses of the surrounding\nhigh), but it was not SO impressive or\ncountry and of a long avenue of trees\nwell preserved, nor was the carving on\nleading up to Wm- House.\nit SO good. The secret of the preserva-\nThe morning after our arrival at\ntion of the crosses lies in the nature\nWm- House, a large but homelike\nof the stone, which is a hard sandstone.\n7\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n9\n8\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nThe third cross was in a far corner.\nfrom a sign that the caretaker lived a\nTHE UNDER DOG\nIts height could not be judged, as the\nquarter of a mile down the road. After\nbase had been restored, and there was\nwe had walked a good half mile we\nBy THURSTON J. DAVIES, Prima.\nvery little ornamentation on it.\ncame to a small house, in which we.\nOn one side of the tower, and be-\nsurely thought the caretaker lived. We\nT\nHE Greatest Show on Earth\" had\nand in a few weeks the incident was\ntween it and the crosses, were the ruins\nwere told, however, that she lived a\nbeen on the road two weeks, and\nforgotten by everybody.\nof two old chapels built of flat stones\nmile farther down the road, and an\nwas now in the city of Leaming, Ohio.\nOne day, four years afterwards,\nand blackened by age, the remnants of\nIrish mile at that, SO we went back for\nIt was a one-night stand, and, as it was\nHogan stood talking with the general\nMonasterboice.\nthe motor. We wasted an hour's time\na pleasant evening near the end of\nmanager of the BARNUM Bros. Circus,\nMonasterboice was founded by St.\nbefore we finally succeeded in finding\nApril, the tent was well crowded. The\nwith which he was now traveling.\nBOETUS about the sixth century. This\nher.\nshow had already begun, and the help-\n\"There's going to be a new man\nsaint, who was a disciple of St. PAT-\nBeside the entrance was a large stone\ners had started to take down the tents\nwith us for a while,\" said the general\nRICK, lived for some time amongst the\ncarved over with spirals, the ends of\ncontaining the menagerie and side\nmanager. \"A fellow named Lindal,\nPicts of Scotland, whose king, NEC-\nwhich have never been found. They\nshows, and to pack them on the flat\na newspaper reporter who wants to get\nTAN, he converted. He died in 521.\nare of a much older date than the Fir-\ncars, in order to have plenty of space\nmaterial for a story of circus life, SO\nMonasterboice was one of the most\nbolgs. This stone originally blocked\nfor the removal of the \"big top.\" The\nI guess you had better go a little easy\nflourishing monasteries of Ireland until\nthe entrance, but was removed to ad-\nmen were at work under the direction\nwith the men. If any trouble got into\nthe thirteenth century, when it was\nmit entrance to the cave.\nof the foreman, \"Reddy\" Hogan, who\nthe papers, it would give the show a\nabandoned.\nAfter crawling on our hands and\nwas, indeed, a hard taskmaster. He\nbad reputation, and we don't want to\nNow let me describe as far as pos-\nknees for about twenty-five yards we\nwas noted throughout the circus as a\nlose any money.\"\nsible the round tower. It was built of\nreached the main chamber of the cave.\nbrutal foreman, and many a poor man\n\"I shan't get any work out of them\nthe same kind of stone as the chapels\nIt was about twenty feet in height and\nhad felt the force of his fists when he\nat all if I'm not allowed to do as I\nand is about eighty feet high now,\nthe same in diameter, and was probably\ndid not move quite fast enough to please\nplease,\" growled Hogan.\nthough it was originally higher, as it\nthe burial place of the king. The top\nhim.\n\"Well, try and be a little easier on\nis broken off at the top. At the base\nwas built of large stones, placed one\nHe seemed particularly cross on this\nthem, because he is going to eat and\nit is about fifteen feet in diameter, and\nupon another with their ends overlap-\nnight, and the slightest signs of hesita-\nbunk with the men, and SO will see\ngradually tapers upwards. It leans\nping, until only a small space was left,\ntion or slowness brought forth a volley\neverything that goes on. He wants a\ntoward one side, having probably been\nwhich was covered by one stone. All\nof curses and perhaps a blow. His\ntaste of life in a circus, SO you'll have\nstruck by lightning. After climbing up\nthis was covered on the outside of the\nanger seemed to be directed especially\nto be careful.\"\nfour flights of stairs in the dark, for\nmound with earth and sod. In the\ntoward a new hand, Jack Reynolds, to\nThe reporter was taken on at the\nthe only windows are very small, I\nmiddle was a large stone hollowed in\nwhom he seemed to have taken a dis-\nnext stop. He was a well-dressed man\nreached a little trap door, through\nthe center, which was probably used\nlike at first sight.\nof about thirty-five years, and was ac-\nwhich I crawled out onto the top.\nas a sacrificial altar, and the walls were\nThe platforms on which the side\ncompanied by his stenographer, a me-\nFrom there I obtained a splendid view\ncovered with a brownish green fungus\nshow exhibitions took place were the\ndium sized young fellow, who looked\nof the surrounding country, dotted here\nin some places. The whole place was\nfirst to be moved. Reynolds was carry-\nas if he had never done a hard day's\nand there by tenant houses and even\nSO damp that when I put my hand on\ning a load of boards to one of the\nwork in his life.\nlarge estates.\nthe wall it was wringing wet. On three\nwagons, when Hogan shouted, \"Move\nThis stenographer, who was named\nWhen I came down, it looked very\nsides were three smaller chambers about\nfaster there you-ringer!\"\nFrank Lister, became the butt of\nmuch like rain, so we hurried on, pass-\nseven feet high and seven wide. These\n\"I can't move much faster, sir,\" re-\nHogan's coarse jokes, but said noth-\ning through a rolling country and\nwere probably the burial places of the\nplied Reynolds respectfully.\ning, only looking at him at times with\nsometimes through country towns with\nqueen and of less important personages,\n\"I'l teach you to answer me back,\"\na twinkle in his eyes, which Hogan\nthatched roofs on the houses. Once\nand were filled with large fragments of\nshouted Hogan, now thoroughly angry,\nthought was a sign of cowardice.\nwe passed the ruins of an old castle\nrocks.\nand, picking up a riding whip which\nLindal had been with the show two\novergrown by ivy and dark with age,\nWhen we had had our pictures taken\nwas lying near, he hit him on the head\nweeks, and had as yet made no com-\nand the site of the battle of the\nby the light of magnesium wire, we\nwith it, inflicting a deep scalp wound\nment on any conduct of Hogan's, ex-\nBoyne.\nretreated through the same passage and\nand rendering him unconscious. Re-\ncept once when he found him cruelly\nNot having much time we did not\nwere once more in the sunlight. We\ncovering in a few minutes, Reynolds\nbeating a man who had in some way\nstop at the Dowth mound, but went on\nthen climbed into the motor and whirled\nwas allowed to go to the sleeping car,\ndispleased him.\nto New Grange, which we reached\nhome in the dusk, thus ending a very\nbut the next morning he was missing,\nLindal stood watching him for a\nafter a very pleasant drive. We learned\ninteresting day.\nIO\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nII\nminute, and then said quietly, \"I think\n\"Well, be sure and do it up right,\n\"Yes, I am Jack Reynolds. When\ncine. You have no doubt heard of Jack\nhe's had enough now.\"\nand if you do I'll give you the money\nI left the circus I drifted to South\nFitzcorbett, who lost the world's cham-\nHogan, turning around and perceiv-\nI win from him.\"\nAmerica. There I struck it rich and\npionship on a fluke? Well, he was the\ning him for the first time, said angrily,\n\"Don't worry about that. I'll fix him\nbecame a millionaire. When I came\nman you fought to-day. I had to pay\n\"What business is it of yours? and\nso that he won't make fun of me any\nback to North America I had not for-\nfive thousand dollars to get him, but I\nwhat are you going to do about it any-\nmore.\"\ngotten you and what you did to me,\ngot you in your tender spot, your\nway?\"\nThere was a big crowd on hand that\nand I determined to pay you back. I\npocket, too. And the next time you\n\"Nothing much,\" said Lindal, pull-\nafternoon, for all were anxious to see\ndecided to hire the best fighter I could\nwant to bully a man, don't select the\ning out a small, pearl-handled COLT\nhow well Lister could fight. He was\nand give you a dose of your own medi-\n'under dog.'\nrevolver; \"but I think you had better\nnot conceded to have much chance with\nlet him go now.\"\nHogan, who outweighed him by over\nHogan loosened his hold on the man,\ntwenty-five pounds.\nwho quickly got out of sight, and then\nA ring was formed by ropes ex-\nTHE MYSTERY OF THE DUNKIRK PEARLS\nturned away and walked off without a\ntending from the poles of the tent, and\nword.\nBy SAMUEL L. GERSTLEY, Prima.\nthen the men stripped for the fight.\nA few days afterwards, at dinner,\nHogan merely took off his shirt and\n(With Apologies to CONAN DOYLE.)\nHogan was boasting about his fighting\nstripped to the waist, but Lister, upon\nprowess, and said that he had never yet\ndiscarding shirt and pants, appeared\nT\nHE event which I am about to re-\nthen, giving the boy a sixpence, dis-\nseen the man he could not whip.\nin regulation fighting costume, and a\nlate happened several years ago,\nmissed him.\n\"By the way,\" said Lindal, \"Frank\nmurmur of surprise arose when the\nand, while I must obviously alter the\n\"Read it, Watson,\" he said to me, at\nhere has had a little experience along\nspectators saw the fine condition of his\nnames and locations, I will endeavor\nthe same time tossing it over.\nthat line. He took boxing lessons in\nskin and the perfectly formed sinews\nnot to change the facts in the least.\nThis is what I read: \"Dunkirk pearls\na Y. M. C. A. and was considered a\nin his arms and legs. Hogan looked\nMr. Sherlock Holmes and I had been\nstolen or lost last night. Please come\ncrack boxer.\"\nsurprised and a trifle disconcerted, but\ntaking a Christmas vacation in the hills\nto London at once. Will call at your\n\"What, that sissy,\" sneered Hogan,\nwhen time was called he sprang swiftly\nof Scotland. We were just then wait-\nhouse three thirty. Lady Dunkirk.\"\n\"why he couldn't whip a twelve-year-\nfrom his corner and made a wild lunge\ning for the boy to bring us our guns,\n\"Are you going I asked.\nold boy.\"\nat his opponent. Lister stepped aside.\nfor we had planned to go deer hunting.\n\"Yes, and we had better hurry, SO as\n\"Well, for the fun of it,\" said Lin-\ntapped him on the side of the cheek and\n\"Do you know, Holmes,\" said I, \"that\nto catch the ten o'clock train.\"\ndal, \"I'll match him against you, and\nthe fight was on. After the first min-\nwe have been here nearly a week?\"\n*\n*\n*\n*\n*\nwhat's more, I'll bet as much as you\nute it could be seen that Lister was a\n\"Yes,\" he replied; \"yes, Watson, and\n\"Well,\" said Holmes from his lab-\nwant to put up that he can whip you.\"\nskilled fighter. He ducked and coun-\nit is about time that I got back to my\noratory, \"I should not be surprised if\n\"I'll fight him, all right,\" said\ntered, hitting Hogan almost at will.\ntest tubes, and you to your highly em-\nour client should come before long. In\nHogan, \"and I'll bet every cent I have\nA few telling blows, and before he\nbellished narratives of our little adven-\nfact,\" he continued, coming in and\nin the bank that I can whip him.\"\nknew what had struck him, Hogan\ntures.\" Here he slightly smiled.\njoining me in my occupation of view-\n\"Done,\" said Lindal; \"when do you\nstraightened up, his feet flew from un-\n\"Well, doctor, I guess it is about time\ning the ever-busy, ever-changing scene\nwant it to come off?\"\nder him, he fell flat on his back and lay\nwe were starting; here comes the boy.\"\non Baker Street, \"I suppose this is her\n\"To-morrow afternoon in the mess\nstill. About five minutes later he was\nWe walked through the little village\nladyship now.\"\ntent. The show will be going on and\ntaken to the car, a badly bruised man.\nin silence, past the dwelling houses, the\nA carriage, with a handsome pair of\nwe'll have plenty of time, for it won't\nA little while afterwards Lindal went\nrailroad station, post and telegraph\nbays, just then pulled up to the curb,\ntake me long to finish him up.\"\nto the bunk where Hogan was lying\noffices, into the open country. It was\nand a well-trained footman, leaping off\n\"Well, then.\" said Lindal, \"to-mor-\nand said, \"You never saw me before a\na brisk, cold morning, and the snow of\nhis box, helped her to alight. A min-\nrow afternoon, without gloves and\nfew weeks ago, did you, Hogan?\"\nthe night before lay deep on the ground.\nute later she had entered the room.\nthree-minute rounds.\"\n\"Not that I know of,\" he replied.\nJust as we had entered the woods, we\n\"I presume that you are Lady Dun-\n\"That suits me, all right,\" said\n\"Well, wait a minute.\" said Lindal,\nheard a \"holloa,\" and looking around,\nkirk?\" Holmes asked. She was a beau-\nHogan.\nand in a few minutes came back dressed\nsaw our little boy of the hotel, wildly\ntiful woman, of the ethereal type, and\n\"All right, we'll be on hand.\"\nin a rough suit.\nrunning toward us.\nplainly suffering from the shock which\n\"Are you certain you can whip\n\"Now do you know who I am?\" he\n\"O Mr. Holmes, here's an important\nshe had endured the day before.\nhim?\" said Lindal the next morning.\nsaid.\ntelegram for you, Mr. Jackson says,\"\n\"I am,\" she answered, endeavoring\n\"Dead sure,\" replied Lister confi-\n\"Jack Reynolds,\" said Hogan in\nhe cried out when he came near.\nto conceal her emotions under a mask\ndently.\namazement.\nHolmes rapidly glanced over it, and\nof politeness. Then, losing all reserve,\n12\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n13\nshe suddenly deluged him with a flood\ndear,' he said, 'we will find them to-\nyou are now engaged in the Dunkirk\nexperienced crook. So eliminating all\nof appeals. \"You will help me in this\nmorrow.' As you can well imagine,\ncase. How are you succeeding?\"\nthese, the only one left was the foot-\ncase, won't you, Mr. Holmes? I have\nMr. Holmes, I slept but little that\n\"Finely, finely, Mr. Holmes, noth-\nman. He was a new man, Lady Dun-\never SO much confidence in you, after\nnight. About three o'clock I heard my\ning could be better. I expect to have\nkirk said. He had been acting sus-\nwhat you did for my cousin, the\nhusband telephone to Mr. Lestrade, of\nthe pearls to-morrow.\"\npiciously of late, and when I questioned\nCountess of Easterly. Do help me out.\nthe police department. He, Mr. Les-\n\"Indeed! that is interesting. As we\nhim he answered so haltingly that I\nYou know they are heirlooms, and the\ntrade, has interviewed several of the\ntwo are also interested in the case, let\narrested him. I obtained a great piece\nEarl's mother gave them to me for a\nservants, and has, I believe, detained\nus hear how you have succeeded so\nof evidence against him from the page.\npresent on my wedding day.\"\nsome. But somehow, Mr. Holmes, he\nfamously.\"\nHe affirmed under oath that just as\n\"Now, madam,\" said Holmes, \"please\nhas been unable to throw any light on\n\"Well, Mr. Holmes, I have it all\nLady Dunkirk was entering the car-\ncalm yourself, as I can much better help\nthe mystery and I do wish you would\nworked out here,\" handing him a neat\nriage, he saw the footman let the door\nyou if you would but give me a clear\nuse your powers to help me. You will,\ndrawing. \" And while you have your\nswing to and then reach forward to-\naccount of the facts; and do not forget\nwon't you, Mr. Holmes?\"\nown methods, which sometimes do\nward Lady Dunkirk to catch hold of it.\nthe minutest details.\"\n\"Well, madam, I can promise noth-\ncome out right, I brought this along,\nOf course, he slipped the pearls off\n\"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Holmes,\" she\ning as yet, but I will do as much as I\nthinking you might like to see it. You\nthen, as it was dark and snowing\nreplied, still greatly agitated, \"but you\ncan for you, I assure you. But would\nunderstand it was snowing, SO I took\nheavily.\"\ncan imagine that I was greatly wrought\nyou mind, madam, if I ask you just\nan exact copy of the footprints. Here\n\"Ah! yes, Lestrade; a very fine\nup over this affair. However, I must\none or two particulars?\"\nare the footprints of several people\ncase, indeed,\" murmured Holmes.\nbegin.\"\n\"Certainly not, Mr. Holmes.\"\nthat had gone by, and here those of\n\"But don't you think that you have\nAt this juncture Sherlock Holmes\n\"Were there, then, any other per-\nthe ladies and gentlemen themselves.\noverlooked a few important details?\"\nrelaxed his polite attitude, and sank\nsons whom you passed besides the\nThese are the marks of the page; here,\n\"Well, perhaps,\" he replied, some-\nback in his chair, his eyes closed.\nwardrobe attendant, your husband and\nthose evidently of a loiterer, who was\nwhat piqued; \"but they must be very\n\"I suppose you know,\" she began,\nfriends, and the footman?\"\nleaning against a pole, and there, those\nsmall ones. Let me hear what you\n\"that the day before yesterday, that is,\n\"No, I do not think so,\" she slowly\nof the footman.\"\nhave to say.\"\nTuesday evening, the Duchess of Staf-\nsaid. \"Ah! yes; there was the little\n\"Thank you, Lestrade, thank you\n\"In the first place,\" said Holmes,\nfordshire gave a ball. Before going, I\npage that held the umbrella over me as\nvery much. Fine of you, old man,\n\"would not the page, if he had done\nput on my pearls, at my husband's re-\nI went to the carriage, for, you remem-\nfine of you,\" Holmes cried delightedly.\nthe deed, swear to anything to free\nquest. I had a very enjoyable evening,\nber, it was snowing.\"\n\"That's all right, Mr. Holmes.\"\nhimself? Also, does that little broken\nand about one o'clock I went into the\n\"And do you know how the little\n\"But, as I was saying, Mr. Holmes,\nwindow not seem to have some bear-\ndressing room to put on my cloak.\nwindow was broken?\" Holmes then\nI believe I have solved the mystery of\ning on the case? And lastly, if it was\nJust then I heard some one mention\nasked.\nthis theft. I feel absolutely certain\nlight enough for the page to see the\nmy pearls, at the same time looking at\n\"Well, Mr. Holmes, I believe Stan-\nthat Walters, the footman, is the thief.\nfootman lean forward to catch the\nme, SO I know I must have had them\nton, that is the coachman, said that a\nI personally examined the attendant,\ndoor, could he not have seen him\nthen. You see I am paying attention\ntruck wagon hit the carriage.\"\nthe page and the footman. Of course,\nsnatch the pearls?\"\nto details. Then the footman helped\n\"Ah! yes,\" murmured Holmes.\nthese were the only ones that could\n\"H'm, yes,\" Lestrade answered; \"but\nus into the carriage, and we drove\n\"Well, that is all, I believe. Good\npossibly have committed the crime.\nthese are all details, mere details. The\naway. After we had ridden for about\nday.\"\nThe wardrobe attendant is an old serv-\nmain facts are already in my grasp.\ntwo minutes, I felt a draft on my neck.\nWhen Lady Dunkirk had left,\nant. She answered all my questions in\nWell,\" he said, rising, \"I must return\nI was riding forward, and turning\nHolmes turned to me and said \"Wat-\nsuch a straightforward manner that I\nto my office, as I have some important\naround, I noticed that the little pane\nson, I think we shall have a busy day to-\nimmediately put her out of mind. In\nbusiness to attend to yet. Good night.\"\nin the back of the carriage had been\nmorrow. As it is about six o'clock\naddition, she had been with the duchess\nThe next morning when I arose,\nshattered. However, I merely moved\nnow, we can do nothing more. But\nfor many years, and has never been\nSherlock Holmes had already left.\nout of the draft, and the time in the\nwait, I think I will call up our friend,\neven suspected of the slightest dis-\nKnowing that he might not be back\ncarriage passed very agreeably. We\nLestrade, and ask him to join us in\nhonesty. Next, as to the page, he had\nuntil late, I went out to do some of\nhad just alighted-my husband and I\nour evening meal.\"\nall that he could do in holding the\nthe scanty shopping we two needed.\n- when my husband exclaimed,\nWe three had quite a pleasant din-\nlarge umbrella over the ladies and gen-\nIt was about two o'clock when I re-\n'Evelyn, where are your pearls?' I\nner, and only when we had finished and\ntlemen, and also they were so close\nturned. I thought for a while, trying\nfelt at my throat. They were gone!\nwere smoking did Holmes approach the\ntogether. and hurrying SO much, that\nto figure out the case by my friend's\nI was SO shocked that I very nearly\nsubject in hand.\nto do the deed then would have, in-\nmethods, but arriving at no other solu-\nswooned. 'Don't be worried about it,\n\"I hear, Lestrade,\" he said, \"that\ndeed. been a job worthy of the most\ntion than that of Lestrade, I gave it\n14\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n15\nup, and sat down to write some of\ning several theories, everything went\nable leap to that carriage, most remark-\nshoe, had stopped about nine feet from\nSherlock Holmes' adventures. Before\nsmoothly. But I cannot tell you the\nable!\"\nthe back of the carriage, and as the\nI had been writing half an hour, my\nstory yet, as I am awaiting the real cul-\n\"Thank you sir, thank you,\" he said,\nman had not stopped there, he must\nfriend arrived, and by his countenance\nprit. Here he comes now. Take this\nsmiling grimly.\nhave jumped to the carriage, quite a\nI judged that he had succeeded finely.\n(here he handed me a revolver), you\n\"Well, to resume, fortune favored\nnoteworthy leap.\n\"It's all finished, Watson, the case\nmay need it.\"\nyou-Lady Dundirk sitting in front of\n\"My next step was to find out who\nis done. Really, one of the most in-\nAt that instant a man entered. He\nthe opening. You removed the pearls,\nwas his accomplice, for some one else\nteresting I have had yet. No, I can't\nwas tall and thin, but muscular look-\ndropped off and went away. Then you\nmust have broken the window. Nat-\ntell you about it now; her ladyship is\ning. He had a keen face, and I judged\nsent a cipher letter to Stanton, asking\nurally, I thought of the coachman, be-\ncoming in a few minutes, and I must\nhim to be about twenty-five years of\nhim where he could meet you, which is\ncause either he or the footman is al-\nbe ready.\"\nage.\nthe direct cause of your arrest.\"\nways in the stable or on the carriage.\nIn a few minutes he reappeared, and\n\"How do you do, Mr. Jack Thorn-\n\"That's wonderful, but I can't see\nI went to the room above the stable,\nat the same time Lady Dunkirk arrived.\nton? Just sit down a minute. Harry\nyet how you did it; SO would you do\nwith a revolver in my pocket, in case\n\"Mr. Holmes,\" she cried, \"how are\nStanton is an old friend of mine, and\nme the great favor of explaining?\"\nI should need one, and found the coach-\nyou succeeding? Mr. Lestrade said\nhe will be here to see you presently.\"\n\"Very well. Here, doctor, is your\nman reading a letter. When I came he\nto-day that a new turn of affairs has\n\"Look here,\" he cried, \"this is con-\nchance.\" This to me. \"I selected the\nquickly shoved it in a drawer. I asked\ncompletely baffled him. Oh, I hope\nfoundedly strange. Hal wrote that we\nline of least resistance. Mr. Lestrade, of\nto see it, and received a surly refusal.\nyou have better news.\"\nwould be alone-And here! what do\nthe police department, had shown pretty\nThis increased my suspicions. I slipped\n\"I have madam, I have,\" he said,\nyou mean by this?\"\nconclusively that neither the attendant\nthe 'bracelets' on to preclude all danger,\nwith an elation that surprised me.\nJust at that moment Holmes had\nnor the page could have done it, SO I\nand then looked at the letter. From\n\"Here are your jewels.\" He reached\nwalked over, and snap! the handcuffs\nquestioned the footman myself. As\nthe jumble of letters I knew it to be a\ninto his coatpocket and drew out the\nwere on his wrists.\nfar as I could see, his hesitation came\ncipher. He immediately cried out that\nmost magnificent rope of pearls I had\n\"It is no use struggling, Thornton;\nsolely from nervousness. He told his\nit was a letter from his sweetheart.\never seen.\nI know the whole story,\" Holmes said\nstory without any conflicting points at\nI told him that we would see about it\n\"Mr. Holmes,\" she cried delightedly,\ncalmly.\nall. So I let him go. Then that little\nlater, and left him in the tender care\n\"you really can never know how much\n\"Well, how in the deuce?\" he ejacu-\nwindow attracted my attention. The\nof Sergeant Donolly. I have had great\nI thank you. I am sure\nlated. \"How did you manage this,\npole of a truck, you must know, is\nexperience in ciphers, Thornton, and\n\"Madam,\" said Sherlock Holmes,\nanyway? You've got me, all right, but\nonly, as a rule, three feet nine inches\nalthough this one was most ingenious,\nsuavely interrupting, \"the pleasure is\nI wish you'd tell me how you did it.\"\nfrom the ground, and it must have been\nI made it out and then wrote you the\nno more yours than mine. I have in\n\"In the first place,\" said Holmes,\nan exceptional pole that could shatter\nletter to come here.\"\nmy collection now one of the most de-\n\"let me see if I have your story\nthis window, five feet and some inches\nSherlock Holmes then telephoned to\nlightful adventures I have ever had.\"\nstraight. You and Stanton are old\nhigh. On close examination, the car-\nLestrade, and I turned to my pen to\n\"I am glad to hear it, Mr. Holmes,\nfriends, and you two decided to do this\nriage also bore some fresh scratches on\ncomplete my stories of his adventures.\nfor if there was anything that I could\nand get off together. Naturally you\nthe spring, SO then the solution sprang\nIn a few minutes Lestrade came to\ndo for you to show my appreciation,\npondered over the way to do it for a\nto my mind. All that I needed now\ntake his prisoner, and Holmes said to\nI would most certainly do it. And I\nlong time, and finally produced this\nwas corroboration. I saw that a num-\nhim, laughingly. \"Yes, Lestrade, some-\nsuppose that you would be very much\nplan. On some dark night, when her\nber of footprints, all from the same\ntimes my theories do come out right.\"\npleased for me to leave you to your\nladyship had gone to an affair with her\nother important cases, SO I will say\njewels on, Stanton was to break the\ngood-by.\"\nwindow pane behind. You, being ath-\nSTRENGTH LIST\n\"Holmes,\" said I, \"if this case does\nletic, would cling to the back of the\nI REIFSNYDER\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n15 ALLEN\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\nnot hold the record for mystery it cer-\ncarriage, and through this small hole\n2 RIDINGS\nBlue\nUpper Prima,\nI6 BOWER\nSecunda.\n2 SHOEMAKER\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\n17 ROWLAND\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\ntainly holds the record for speed. I\ntake the pearls. To preclude all spying\n4 RADLEY\nUpper Prima.\n18 LAWSON\nYellow\nPrima.\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\n19 LUMLEY\nYellow\nPrima.\ndo not see how you could possibly have\nwhatever, you made a code, which,\n5 CLARKE\n6 BICKLEY\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\n20 GIMBEL\nYellow Upper Prima.\nconducted it SO quickly. It is abso-\nhowever, has proved your undoing.\n7 KRUGER\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n20 JESS\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\nlutely wonderful.\"\nTuesday night was the first opportunity\n8 BARNES\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n22 MOYN\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n\"No, Watson, you are mistaken.\nthat came, and you took it. There was\n9 BICKLEY\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n23 FREEMAN\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n10 ORLEMANN\nYellow\nUpper\nPrima.\n24 FRANKISH\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\nThis case is not wonderful, but inter-\none small difficulty, which your activ-\nII POHLIG\nYellow\nPrima.\n25 McCAFFERTY\nYellow Upper Prima.\nesting. When I arrived on the right\nity, however, conquered, and that was\n12 ANDREWS\nYellow\nPrima.\n25 KOONS\nYellow Upper Prima.\ntrack, and I did last night, after try-\nthe snow. You made a most remark-\n13 HORNER\nYellow\nUpper Prima.\n25 PARSONS\nBlue\nUpper Prima.\n14 GARDINER\nUpper Prima.\n000\nATHLETICS\n000\nJunior Page\n000\n000\nFOOTBALL\nPENN CHARTER, 12; ST. LUKE'S, O.\nthirty-yard line. SHOEMAKER made\nTHE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND.\nhave changed color. They are of a\nO\nN October 7, Penn Charter opened\ntwenty yards on a forward pass, and\nits football season with a victory\nLUMLEY made five on a line plunge.\nIN\nthe middle of a lake in Canada\ndarker, richer green, and the blossoms\nSHOEMAKER carried the ball over the\nlies a solitary island. So desolate,\nseem to be more dainty and delicate\nover St. Luke's School at Wayne. The\nlonely and cold does it look that one\nthan you have ever seen them.\nscore was I2 to O. Penn Charter out-\nline for another touchdown, then kicked\nshudders at the thought of approaching\nThe trees are not the only things\nplayed St. Luke's in every point of the\nthe goal.\nIn the fourth period Penn Charter\nit. Those who have ventured near\nwhich seem to have changed. The\ngame, except kicking and forward\nagain had the ball on St. Luke's three-\nhave come back with terrible tales.\ngrass has suffered the same change as\npassing.\nSHOEMAKER was easily the star\nyard line, but was unable to score. The\nSome say vile odors and cold, damp\nthe leaves and the flowers the same as\nfinal score was I2 to o' in Penn Char-\nwinds come from the mouths of many\nthe blossoms. You look out over the\nplayer of the contest, making consistent\ncaves and caverns; others say hideous\nfields and the daisies and buttercups are\ngains both through the line and around\nter's favor. The line-up:\nthe ends. He made all of Penn Char-\ncreatures and serpents dwell there, and\nmuch more beautiful than during the\nstill others tell of castles where misty\nday, and it is the same with the other\nter's twelve points. The entire team\nPENN CHARTER.\nST. LUKE'S.\ndid good work, but LUMLEY'S tackling\nKOONS\nleft end\nwhite and ghostlike figures dart hither\nflowers.\nHARVEY\nALLEN\nand line plunging and INGERSOLL'S end\nleft tackle\nCOIT\nand thither.\nThe birds are changed, too. I have\nANDERSON\nleft guard\nNORTON\nIf anyone chances to go ashore on\noften thought that the birds must be\nrunning deserve special notice. It was\n(ANDREWS)\nthe island he never comes away, and\nvery doleful creatures, as they were al-\ndecided to have seven and one half\nCLARKE\ncenter\nMOODY\nORLEMANN\nminute quarters.\nright guard\nSHAKESPEARE\npeople can only guess his fate. No\nways working hard or else on the look-\n(POHLIG)\nThe game started at four, and after\nbirds ever take refuge from the com-\nout for cats. I knew that some birds\nLUMLEY\nright tackle\nMOORE\nthree minutes of play SHOEMAKER car-\nright end\ning storm there or even approach it.\nwere happy, as they often chirped out\nDANENHOWER\nBAINS\nWARREN\nquarter-back\nCARMAN DAVIS,\ninto a beautiful song, but I thought\nried the ball over the goal line for a\nPRICE\nSHOEMAKER\nleft halfback\nSCHROEDER\nThen of Quinta.\nthey must have a very unrestful life.\ntouchdown, then kicked a goal.\nINGERSOLI\nright halfback\nPUTNAM\nIndeed this is SO in the daytime, but\nThere was no scoring in the second\nJOHNSTONE\nfullback\nWHITNEY\nTHE EARLY MORNING.\nin the early morning, when there are\nperiod, though Penn Charter carried\nFEW people have seen the beauty ot\nno cats and bad boys to be on the look-\nthe ball within three yards of St. Luke's\nFOOTBALL SCHEDULE, 1910\nthe early morning. They may rise\nout for, they are quite different. They\ngoal line. St. Luke's intended to kick,\nFri.,\nOct. 7.-St. Luke's, 0: P. C., 12.\nearly, but they do not watch the\ngo about chirping busily, and after a\nbut were prevented by the Penn Charter\nFri.,\nOct. 14.-Chestnut Hill, 0: P. C., O.\nTues.,\nchanges which come over the world.\nmorning meal has been gotten for their\nends, and SO made a forward pass,\nOct. 18.-P.I.D., 0; P. C., 3.\nFri.,\nwhich netted them twenty yards. They\nOct. 21.-FRIEND'S CENTRAL, o; P. C.,\nIf one rises early when the first of\nyoung, they sit upon the limbs of the\nO.\nthe sun's rays are shining on the beau-\ntrees chirping merrily to the little birds,\nkept the ball in midfield for the re-\nFri.,\nOct. 28.-EPISCOPAL us. Penn Charter\ntiful trees and flowers one seems to be\nwhile the latter swallow the worms se-\nmainder of the period.\n-home.\nFri., Nov. LANCEY US. Penn Charter\nin perfect bliss. You seem to be in a\ncured by the hard work of their par-\nIn the third period Penn Charter\n-away\nworld by yourself. Nothing related to\nents. The birds seem to be more like\nkicked off to St. Luke's. ANDERSON\nFri., Nov. II.-Swarthmore vs. Penn Char-\nmankind can be heard; in fact, there\nmen and women as they talk to each\ntackled the St. Luke's man on their\nter-home.\nFri., Nov. 18.-GERMANTOWN us. Penn Char-\nare no noises at all. It is true now and\nother in their language.\ntwenty-five-yard line. Penn Charter\nter-home.\nthen the leaves rustle in the early morn-\nAll this the early riser takes in and\nheld St. Luke's for downs on their\nI. A. A. A. games are capitalized.\ning breeze, but SO soft is the rustling\nhe thinks how lovely it would be if the\nthat one does not notice it.\nworld were always like this. He re-\nIf you have never seen this picture\nsolves to rise early soon again and view\nbefore. you look around and try to find\nthis beautiful sight.\nthe beauty of this scene. Ah! Now\nHis thoughts are interrupted by a\nyou know why some people like to rise\ndistant sound. What is it? A hor-\nearly in the spring. The trees seem to\nrible screeching, so unlike this quiet\nbe different objects than those you see\nmorning. One seems to awake from a\n16\nduring the day. Their leaves seem to\ndream. He listens. The sound comes\n17\nI8\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n19\nagain. Ah! Now he knows what it\nTHE CAPTURE OF QUEBEC, SEPTEMBER\nMONTCALM was also mortally\nAN UNEXPECTED GIFT.\nis. It is the early train to the city. His\n18, 1759.\nwounded, and when told he had but a\npeaceful reverie is over. The world\nfew hours to live, said, \"Thank God, I\nIT was the night before Christmas\nJAMES WOLFE, the hero of Quebec,\nawakes at the sound of that whistle.\nwas born in Westerham, Kent, on Jan-\nshall not live to see Quebec surren-\nand all was quiet save a little\nThe dogs begin to bark, people and\nuary 2, 1727, and was the son of Lieu-\ndered.\" In a few days Quebec passed\nscratchy noise at the back door of\nwagons are seen on the street, but worst\ntenant-General EDWARD WOLFE.\nfrom French into English hands, Sep-\nthe house. All the Christmas pres-\nof all the beautiful Paradise which was\ntember 18, 1759.\nents were laid out on the big parlor\nHe was a brave. young officer, and\na minute ago is past.\nwas chosen by Prime Minister PITT to\ntable, where they were awaiting the\nThe trees and flowers turn into their\nJAMES C. STAFFORD,\ntake command of an expedition against\nmorn, when they should surprise the\nold selves and as one gazes out of the\nQuebec, the most important place in\nThen of Quinta.\nchildren.\nwindow it is the same old world again.\nTom and Harry occupied the big\npossession of the French.\nHENRY P. VAN DUSEN,\nWith an army of ten thousand men\nDANIEL BOONE.\nthird story front room. Suddenly Tom\nThen of Quinta.\nawoke. He thought he heard a noise,\nhe set out to capture this important\nIN Bucks County, Pa., on the\nbut he wasn't sure. He lay quiet for a\ncity, which was situated on steep and\nHOW THE VIOLETS TURNED PURPLE AND\neleventh of February, 1735, was born\nfew minutes and heard the noise re-\nlofty cliffs overlooking the St. Law-\nWHITE.\nan American pioneer whose name re-\nrence, and protected by a strong fort-\npeated. It gave him a thrill of fear.\nminds one of the western life.\nFOR a long time there had dwelt in\nTom located the noise at the back of the\nress, the key to Canada.\nWhen he was eighteen his father\nWood Glen and Spring Meadow many\nhouse. Then he said to himself over\nWOLFE and his army tried for three\nmoved to North Carolina and settled\nhappy families of fairies and elves.\nand over again, \"What can it be?\"\nmonths to find a weak spot where they\non the banks of the Yadkin River.\nFairies, liking the open and the sun best,\nmight make an attack, but were unable\nThen suddenly, \"I wonder if it is a\nDANIEL married in the year I755 and\nlived on the edges of Spring Meadow,\nto find one.\nremained a farmer, until his love for\nburglar!\nwhere a delightfully cool and babbling\nLater WOLFE'S keen eyes spied a\nHe jumped up and awoke his brother\nlittle brook passed from the dark woods\nnature tempted him to go on an ex-\npathway up the rugged side of the cliffs\nHarry. Then they both tiptoed their\ninto the free open meadow. The elves,\nploring expedition, six years later.\nalong the river bank some distance\nway to the back of the house and\nliking the dark woods better, had their\nThree years after this he joined an-\nabove the city; SO one dark night\nopened the window. They looked out\nhome on the edges of the same stream\nother party of hunters and explored\nand were frightened to see black ob-\nWOLFE'S army floated quietly down the\non a soft moss bank, where it was\nalong the Cumberland River, until he\nriver in boats and landed at the foot\nject creeping toward the house.\nlovely to rest in the hot summer days.\ngrew tired of North Carolina life and\nof the rocky heights. They pulled\nSuddenly Harry exclaimed, \"It's now\nmoved with his family to Kentucky.\nThese little folk loved each other,\nat the door!\" Harry's surmise was\nthemselves and their cannon up the\nBOONE had already explored Kentucky\nand in the fall you could see them\ncorrect. Just then the moon came out\nsteep ascent, and, reaching the top,\nand had had experiences with the In-\nsculling up or down the stream in their\nfrom under a cloud and revealed to\noverpowered the guard who was too\ndians there. He was accompanied by\nleaf canoes to call on their friends. But\nmuch astonished to resist.\nthem a big, black dog.\nother families, and they, being attacked\none day an old fairy who had been re-\n\"He looks like our Tige, doesn't he,\nIn the morning WOLFE'S men were\nproached for her wickedness started a\nby their enemies, were forced to re-\ndrawn up in line of battle on the Plains\nHarry?\" remarked Tom.\nquarrel by saying, \"We fairies have\ntreat a little way, with six of their party\nof Abraham, less than a mile from\nTige was their dog which had run\nmuch the better and nicer home, be-\nslain, including BOONE'S eldest son,\nQuebec.\naway some two months before. They\ncause we have the lovely sun and fresh\nJAMES. BOONE led surveying parties\nMONTCALM was SO astonished at\nhad thought he must be dead, but\nair and grass, and we have the shade,\ninto Kentucky, while he left his family\nwhat the English had done, that he\ngoing to the door, they found that\non the Clinch River. He realized that\ntoo, for are not our homes on the edge\nit was indeed their long-lost Tige.\nwould not wait for an attack, but led\nof the forest?\"\na fort was needed and he built one on\nhis army out on the open plain, where\nHe jumped up and lapped their faces\nthe fork of the Hosten and Kentucky\nThen there arose a friendly argu-\na terrible battle took place; the French\nwith joy. Tom and Harry were\nRivers and called it Boonesburgh. He\nment which soon grew into a dispute\noverwhelmed with gladness. and too\ncould not stand the fire of the English.\nand they began to grow purple and\nmoved his family here and began ex-\nWOLFE was twice pierced with bul-\nhappy to sleep much for the rest of\nwhite with rage. The sun looking down\nploring.\nlets, but refused to give up until he\nthe night. To Tom's and Harry's\nHe died on the sixth of September,\nsaw instead of peace and quiet, anger\nwas mortally wounded. It was hard\nminds, Tige was the best present they\n1822. His remains are buried in a\nand hatred. He said nothing, but next\nfor him to die as long as the issue was\nreceived.\nmorning the banks of the stream were\ncemetery at Frankford.\nin doubt, but in his last moments he\ncovered with purple and white violets.\nheard the shout of victory, and said,\nJ. FRED HARNED.\nROBERT L. HUNTER.\nMAURICE J. HOOVER,\n\"Now, God be praised, I shall die in\nThen of Quarta.\nThen of Quarta.\nThen of Quinta.\npeace.\"\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\n21\nEXCHANGES\nwould have your regular issue instead\npears with thirteen collars on; as an\nof abbreviating the most important part\nold sergeant explained, one for each\nof your magazine just because of the\ncompany and one for the band. The\nincident of graduation.\n\"Black Camel\" is a good detective story\nand is well worked out. In this depart-\nWe acknowledge with thanks the re-\nif it contains as good material as the\nThe June number of the Blue and\nment we also find \"The New Astron-\nceipt of the following exchanges since\nMidway. Therefore we suggest, Mid-\nWhite is much better than most grad-\nomy,\" a very clever little essay on the\nour last issue.\nway, that for the best interests of your\nuation numbers. First,\nterms of astronomy which are used in\nAcademy Scholium, Blightonian,\nmagazine you change the form of your\nBlue and White because it has not neg-\nfunny ways. The exchange depart-\nBlue and White, Breeze, Brown and\nmagazine. As for the contents, we find\nglected the regular de-\nment is very well kept up and has a\nWhite, Caliper, Carteret, Chronicle,\nthat they are very acceptable. The first\npartments, then because it is filled with\ngreat number of witty jokes.\nColumbia Alumni News, Danaid,\nstory is entitled, \"The Passing Show,\"\nnumerous cuts of classes and teams and\nDome, Dragon, Harvard Bulletin, Har-\nand is a humorous account of the trials\nhas many photographs of players, etc.,\nThe commencement number of the\nvard Illustrated Magazine, Harvard\nof the box office man, who has many\ntaken by the \"Kamera Klub.\" The\nSentinel contains many fine stories;\nLampoon, Haverfordian, High School\nonly article on the closing exercises of\namong these is \"Faith-\ntroubles from society girls, country\nChronicle, High School Record, Horæ\npeople and persons who are hard to\nthe school is entitled, \"Closing Day.\"\nSentinel\nful After Death,\"\nScholastica, Hotchkiss Record, Iris,\nsuit. \"Mac's Answer\" is a peculiar\nThis amply fills the need of a descrip-\n\"Death Valley\" and\nLawrenceville Literary Magazine, Me-\ntion of the exercises. In addition we\n\"A Little Auto Shall Lead.\" The best\nkind of a story, since the end is SO evi-\ngunticook, Mercersburg News, Mer-\ndent. A young man is captured in war,\nfind a very good story and a fine\nof these is undoubtedly \"Death Val-\ncersburg Academy Literary Magazine,\nand unless he tells the plans of his gen-\nAlumni Department.\nley,\" which is a story of a young man\nMidway, Mirror, Megaphone, Old Gold\neral he will be put in prison. Of course,\nwho, because another fellow is in love\nand Blue, Old Penn Weekly Review,\nhe doesn't tell, and there the story ends.\nWe were greatly interested in re-\nwith his girl, goes west and joins a\nOracle (P. H. S.), Oracle (E. L. H.\nIt is so short and SO inadequate gen-\nceiving this month a magazine from\nwestern company. His sweetheart,\nS.), Pennsylvanian, Peirce School\nerally that it is hardly worth printing.\nAlaska called the\nwho has come west to visit her father's\nAlumni Journal, Premier, Purple and\n\"Out of the Storm\" is a very good\nTotem\nTotem. It is a very\nmines, sees him when some Indians at-\nWhite, Quarterly Tatler, Red and\nranch story about a man who was out\ngood one and con-\ntack them. Of course, it all comes out\nBlack (C. M. T. S.), Rutland High\nin a thunder storm on horseback. He\ntains stories and a couple of essays. In\nright in the end.\nSchool Notes, Saint Paul's Life, Sen-\nhad a sudden premonition and threw\naddition there is an account of the sen-\ntinel, Spectator, Spice, Swarthmore\nhimself from his horse just as a flash\nior play, which must have been very in-\nThe Hora Scholastica publishes as\nPreparatory School Quarterly, Totem,\nof lightning struck it, thus saving his\nteresting. There is an excellent alumni\nits June number a very interesting\nTriangle, Trident, Trinity Tripod,\nown life. Altogether the contents of\ndepartment, but no exchanges. The\nissue called the \"Jubi-\nVaile-Deane Budget, Vexillum, Vigor-\nthe Midway make very good reading.\nlatter is the only serious fault we have\nHorae Scholasticae Number.\" This\nnia, Williams Literary Monthly, Yale\nto find. It might be better if you col-\nconsists of letters from\nAlumni Weekly. — Alleynian, Blue,\nWe have noticed that in many of our\nlected all your reading matter under\nformer editors and other alumni about\nChronicle, Cliftonian, Elizabethan, Fet-\nexchanges the June or commencement\none heading. Altogether your maga-\nthe first part of the existence of the\ntesian, Harrovian, Leys Fortnightly,\nChronicle\nnumber is taken up\nzine is pleasing, Totem, and we hope\nHoræ, while in addition to these there\nMarlburiam, Meteor, Uppingham\nSchool Magazine, Wellingtonian,\n(H.P.H.S.)\nwholly with the occur-\nyou will become a regular exchange.\nis a complete history of the magazine\nrences of class day,\nand a great quantity of alumni notes.\nWykehamist.\ngraduation, etc. Our attention was\nIn the \"Belles Lettres\" of the Mir-\nThis number gave a good chance for\nfirst called to this fact when we glanced\nror we find two very good stories. The\nappropriate editorials and contains sev-\nThe first magazine that we happened\nover the pages of the Chronicle and\nfirst one is entitled,\neral very good ones. Besides the maga-\nto pick up was the Midway, and as we\nfound that practically the whole maga-\nMirror\n\"The Purp,\" and is a\nzine there is a set of pictures of vari-\nturned its pages it\nzine was about the festivities of that\nstory of a yellow cur\nous parts of St. Paul's School which\nMidway\nstruck us how much\noccasion. We by no means mean that\nwhich insists upon following a Mon-\nextremely interesting. We find pic-\nbetter it would be if\nthe Chronicle is the only offender, but\nterey regiment and soon becomes a pet\ntures of the ponds, chapel, library and\nthe Midway were made up of larger\nit is a fair example. In the case of the\namong the men; but the colonel ob-\nthe school buildings, which give us a\npages instead of the very small rec-\nChronicle we find a couple of editorials\njects and orders that all dogs without\ngood idea of the school. The Horæ\ntangle that we now read. For on the\nand a short athletic department. but no\ncollars shall be got rid of. However,\nhas certainly made a success of this\nwhole it seems as though a magazine\nexchanges or alumni notes; this is bet-\none of the men runs the guard and the\nnumber and we congratulate the\nshould have life-size pages, especially\nter than in some, but we wish that you\nnext day at parade \"The Purp\" ap-\neditors.\n20\n22\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE NAME OF\nThe Haverfordian has a very quaint\nThe Elizabethan has an article upon\nstory of a girl of Puritan descent who\ncricket which tells of the hard luck the\nStands\nwas sent to college \"to\nWestminster school\nGilborb\nHaverfordian\nbe appreciated,\" se-\nfor\nElizabethan\ncricketers had in Eng-\ncured several minor de-\nland on account of the\nTHE BEST IN PHOTOGRAPHY\ngrees and then started to work for a\nweather. Our experience was just the\nPh.D. While engaged in this occu-\nopposite here, as we had a most suc-\nThe Gilbert Studios have been for many years recog-\npation she began an acquaintance with\ncessful season, with plenty of good\nnized as the leading Studios for all college work.\na young man whose desk was next to\nweather. It is said in this article that\nhers. Soon this studious Puritan be-\n926 Chestnut St.\nthe young players cannot cope with the\nC. M. GILBERT\nPhiladelphia\n1210 Chestnut St.\ngan to think she was in love. One af-\ndifficulties presented by unfavorable\nternoon when her friend took her home\nweather conditions nearly SO well as\nhe asked her to be ready to go out that\nthe regular players. This certainly is a\nTRY A\nBUY GOOD CLOTHES\nevening; he would stop for her. She\ntrue saying. On the few occasions\nDon't be a \"ready-made' man nor\nwas ready on time and was put into a\nwhen we had bad weather our fellows\nHoney Nougat Sundae\na cheap-tailored man. Pay a good\ncab. He then told her he was going\nwho were unused to playing in the wet\nprice for your clothes and have the\nto get married. She started to cry out\nfelt greatly handicapped. Besides this\nsatisfaction of being dressed as well as\nthe next fellow.\nthat she didn't want to get married,\narticle on cricket we find a department\nand then did not realize anything till\nheaded, \"Hall Epigrams.\" Under this\nlater the young man told her to con-\ncaption are selections from the verses\nWhitman's\nMahlon Bryan & Co.\nEstablished 1865\nMen's Tailors\ngratulate him, and she saw that a so-\nand epigrams recited at an election din-\nNinth Floor, Real Estate Trust Building\nciety belle was the bride. The story,\nner. Some are in Greek, some in Latin\nBroad and Chestnut Streets\nbesides being interesting, is SO well\nand quite a few in English. All are\nSoda Counter\nwritten that it deserves commendation.\nextremely interesting, especially those\nSACK SUITS, $35.00 AND MORE\nBut the Haverfordian generally has\nin the ancient languages, which show\ngood stories.\na great deal of ability and scholarship.\nHEADQUARTERS\nART BRASS\nSCHOOL DIRECTORY\n80\nLITERARY SOCIETY.\nMUSICAL ORGANIZATIONS.\nPresident,\nG. GORDON URQUHART.\nDirector,\nMR. SCALES.\n39\nLeaders:\nVice-President,\nRICHARD WALLACE.\nGlee Club,\nHAROLD J. CLARKE.\nSecretary,\nJAMES M. AUSTIN.\nMandolin Club, WILLIAM R. WEBB, JR.\n41 %\nChorsänger:\nTreasurer,\nWILLIAM K. ALLEN.\nQuarta I,\nW. Roy BELL.\nSaved everytime\n\"\nExecutive Com.,\nTHE PRESIDENT.\nII,\nHENRY R. HALLOWELL.\n\"\nIII,\nP. W. KLINGER SCHWENK.\nyou buy the\nTHE CRITIC.\nAckerBonBons.\nFOOTBALL TEAM.\nCHARLES C. BUTTERWORTH, 3D.\nCaptain,\nHAROLD J. CLARKE.\nMemb's'p Com., DRUARD N. ALLMAN.\nManager,\nJ. 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McKin-\nley and Miss Dora Keen will show a series of lantern\nslides illustrating her recent climbs in the Chamonix\ndistrict. A number of distinguished guests are expec-\nted to be present who will address the Club on moun-\ntaineering and other subjects. The Committee invites\nmembers who possess interesting slides illustrating\nrecent climbs by themselves or others to bring a se-\nlection with them, previously notifying the Chairman\nof the Local Committee of their intention.\nThe cost of the dinner will be $3.50, per\nplate. Members are at liberty to invite guests. Please\nnotify the Chairman of the Committee of your in-\ntention to be present giving also the names of any\npersonal guests you wish to invite to the dinner. It\nis hoped all our members will join with the commit-\ntee in their effort to make this meeting a notable\nsuccess.\nHenry G. Bryant,\nSecretary\nHerbert L. Bridgman,\nChairman of Local Committee\nCare of The Standard Union\nBrooklyn, N. Y.\n3.5\n6000\nenformation\nto\nmain stoCE entM bhz vel\norts ni admitto Import ton nobile\nUSS steass A\n(1) duty 333 United Odw mosning W or bar\nentival SHI bos,\nembite orly\n-00 priced or enerition TO envisament NW adurito tomor's\ncontradO adi anrylinen elasioness reamont\nTistis 20 lesal subt 10\nTHE 200.00 86 Hine 100.00 belt in add\n- executive or caradil DU TOTAL\n01 THEY to side TO one vilton\nYOUR to suctor orts outs 2019 NO. 03 mount\n17 one OF STATE 197 isiw 109 BIRDING\ntreatment not raise THAT New end TWO the baqod at\nolderon 61 giffform Ridt when 01 thoils niedt\nD\namH\n-\nnotali Instruet not W\nA\nRIME OF THE MODERN MARINER.\nIt is a Modern Mariner,\nAnd he stoppeth one of two.\n\" By thy wandering eye, and awful cheek,\nWhat would you have us do?\n\" The hotel doors are hard to pass,\nBut we can get within.\nThe public's shy. Some say you lie.\nWe know where you have been.\"\nHe holds them with his grasping hand:\nHere is a pole,\" quoth he.\n\"You bet! We know it, on the maps;\nAnd we can add, you see.\"\nThe nearest cop stood still awhile.\nHe cannot choose but hear;\nAnd thus spako on that modest man,\nThe Modern Mariner:\nThe sleds were packed, the whips were\ncracked;\nCheerily did we start.\nOur easy goal it was the Pole.\nExploring is an art.\n\" The sun came up upon the left-\nOr was it on the right?\nAnd just at noon we saw the moon,\nAnd knew that It was night.\n\" And then there came both mist and\nsnow;\nThe climate there is queer.\nBut well I knew the way to go,\nAnd that the Pole was near.\nThe ice was here, the ice was there,\nThe ice was all around;\nOur latitude was so-and-so-\nI got it by the sound.\n\" The sun now rose upon the right,\nBut didn't shine for all;\nThe ice was black. the snow was white.\nThere's lots that I recall.\n\" Across the snow my Eskimo,\nWho'd know the Pole at sight,\nRushed on with me in frantic glee-\nTo doubt me isn't right.\"\nThe nearest cop was grinning then,\nBut never said a word.\nThe Mariner he spoke again,\nAnd this is what they heard:\n\" My tale is queer, but you shall hear\nFrom my veracious mouth\nHow, overcome, I dropped a tear\nWhere is no north nor south.\n\"That tear It froze, and there uprose\nAn iceberg on the spot.\nThe proofs? I'd give them if I chose-\nBut will not risk a plot.\"\nThe nearest cop he winked an eye,\nAnd came and took a seat:\n\" Begorra, but you're pretty fiyl\nWhat did you have to eat?\"\nThe glittering eye of the Mariner\nWas a frightful thing to see,\nAs he pulled a peg from the bulging keg\nOf his marvelous memory.\n\" Is's awful, and it makes you swear\"\nThe Mariner began,\n'' With hunger, hunger everywhere-\nAnd only pemmican.\"\nA tear gleamed in his honest eye:\nBeneath those arctic roofs\nI thought for hunger I should die----------------------\nAnd, so, % ate my proofel\"\nE.S.V.Z.\nThe Prairie had steam\nready for sailing when orders were re-\ncelved delaying her departure until to-\nmorrow.\nRAYNER RESOLUTION HELD UP.\nSenate Committee Defers Considera-\ntion at Request of Knox.\nSpecial to The New York Times.\nWASHINGTON, Dec. 15.-The State De-\npartment has decided that the Nicaraguan\nsituation will not be helped by Congres-\nsional interference, and at a meeting of\nthe Senate Committee on Foreign Affairs\nthis morning Secretary of State Knox\npersuaded the Senators to take no action\njust now on the Rayner resolution au-\nthorizing the apprehension of Zelaya.\nFollowing special Ambassador Creel's\nvisit to the State Department yesterday\nin regard to a pacific treatment of the\nNicaraguan situation nothing has been\nsaid there and Mr. Creel is awaiting to\nsee the President, probably to-morrow.\nWhile in some quarters it is believed that\nthe State Department would gladly find\nitself again in a position where pacific\nmeasures could be taken without openly\nbacking down from its communication to\nZelaya's representative, there is no in-\ndication now that Mr. Creel will receive\nany encouragement.\nOrders were sent to-day to the Dixle,\nnow at Colon, to return immediately to\nthis country, The Dixie sailed from\nPhiladelphia recently with marines for\nPanama. It is surmised that the Navy\nDepartment wants her back at a home\nport in order to have her available as a\ntransport should it be desired to dispatch\nadditional marines to Central America.\nZELAYA GREEDY FOR WEALTH.\nFrederick Palmer Tells of Means to\nWring Money from People.\n** Zelaya and Nicaragua is the title\nof an article in the forthcoming issue of\nThe Outlook, by Frederick Palmer, who\nrecently wrote a series of articles on the\nrepublics south of the Rio Grande for\nTHE NEW YORK TIMES. In proportion to\nts wealth, says Mr. Palmer, Nicarague\nhas spent more in military preparations\n11 the last ten years than Germany or\nFrance, and in proportion to its popula-\nion it has more men under arms at the\npresent time than Japan had in Manchu-\nria during the war with Russia.\nZelaya has a large fortune invested\nabroad. Mr. Palmer declares, and it is\nnot known whether he really likes his\nposition or is kept in it by fear of his\nwatchful dependents, who know that\ntheir perquisites are over when another\nvictor marches into the palace.' He has\nnipped countless incipient outbreaks,\nusing spies and the telegraph extensively\nin his operations, writes Mr. Palmer, and\nhe is fond of his troops, on 3,000 or 4,000\nof whom he can depend.\nPractically every staple of existence\nis a monopoly in Nicaragua,\" Mr. Pal-\nmer's article goes on. The sole right\nof manufacture or sale is granted to a\ncompany or to an individual. In return\nZelaya either receives a perquisite through\nJoaquin Passos, his son-in-law, or, if he\nsees more profit in that direction, an\nnterest in the investment.\nHe is reputed to own the majority\nof *the shares of the whiskey monopoly.\n* Next in order is the tobacco mon-\npoly, which yields from S0 to 100 per\nent. Recently the tariff on petroleum\nvas raised to increase the pr:ce to the\nconsumer by $10 a case, but Passos, who\nhas the oil monopoly, was allowed to\noring in 50,000 cases at the bld rate-\nquivalent to a gift of $500,000. * * Dr.\nLuis H. Deboyle has a grip on the whole-\n\"Oh! on and on past the dusk and dawn\nWhere the ghostly regions are,\nDown the strange, dim ways of the sunless days\nAnd under the north's last star,\nPast the ice-barred gate of the wall of Fate,\nUnconquered and lone and dumb,\nThe King of the Pole with the dauntless soul\nDares the men of the earth to come!\"\nCentury Feb, 1907\nIN LIGHTER VEIN\nSonnets of a Youthful Bard\nBY NIXON WATERMAN\nWITH PICTURES BY J. A. WILLIAMS\nTHOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN' OF PEARY ON\nA HOT SUMMER DAY\n0 PEARY ! with the scorchin' summer here\nAnd everybody payin' double price\nFor little weeny, teeny bits of ice,\nIt dost no longer seem SO very queer\nThat thou shouldst have the bravery to steer\nThy ship up North where it is cool and\nnice.\nI 'll bet you smile whilst thinkin' thou\nhast twice\nThe fun we 're havin' at this time of year.\nAnd you can bet if I had gold in bins\nAs thou hast got, in quantities so vast\nThou canst not spend it, I 'd buy diamond\npins\nAnd soda water to the very last !\nAnd I 'd be sorry that I wast not twins\nSo I could spend my fortune twice as fast.\nTHOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN' ABOUT MARY\nAND HER PET LAMB\nFULL oft I 've read how Mary's lamb didst go\nAnd, by the by, since thou dost understand\nWhere'er his fond and lovin' mistress\nThe pole is an imaginary spot,\nwent,\nWhy not \" imagine\" thou hast found it and\nAs if the little creature wast content\nOf time and trouble save an awful lo t?\nIf it could only be where she wast. Oh,\nCouldst others track thee to that frozen land\nAnd prove thou didst not find it? I\nguess not !\nLINES WROTE WHILST THINKIN' WHAT I WOULDST\nDO WITH CARNEGIE'S GOLD\nO GREAT Carnegie ! With thy wealth, O my !\nI dost not know exactly what I 'd do,\nBut seemst to me I 'd have more fun\nthan you\nAre havin' with it. Anyhow, if I\nHadst money, as they say, \" to burn,\" I 'd try\nTo burn it here, for, oh, 't would make\nme blue\nTo think I 'd have to smell it burnin'\nthrough\nThe endless eons of the by-and-by !\n643\nI realize what made it hanker so\nTo be in school that day: it surely meant\nIt loved her ! Yet, that mean, old teacher,\nbent\nOn bossin' things-he did n't seem to know.\nSometimes I get to wishin' I might be\nA little lamb like Mary's fond and true,\nWith Susan Sanderson as Mary, see?\nWe 'd play amidst the clover sweet with\ndew,\nAnd everywhere that she wast there 'd be me\nAnd if she was n't, I'd be elsewhere, too.\nLINES WROTE ON A SUMMER DAY WHILST THINKIN'\nOF A SODA FOUNTAIN\nWHEN I 'm a man I shalt not care to be\nThe President of these United States;\nI 'dst rather be the drug-store clerk\nthat waits\nOn people at the soda fountain. He\nHast lots more first-class fun, it seems to me.\nFor whilst the public dost not get\nrebates\nMa says she 'd gladly pay most any price\nOn soda, he secures it at cut rates,\nFor such a lay-out. And she 's certain\nAnd lots of times, perchance, he gets it free !\nthat\nBecause there wast no servants in your\nOf course, I know it must be pretty fine\nflat\nTo hear the brass bands and the big\nbass drums\nIs how you camest to call it \"Paradise.\"\nCome marchin' by the White House all in\nline\nAnd pa says that if Eve had dressed the way\nOur women do we shouldst have missed\nAnd playin', See the Conquerin' Hero\nthe fate\nComes\nOf goin' forth into the world to stray,\nAnd, yet, no presidential job in mine.\nFor she 'd be somewhere, still, inside the\nThe soda clerk's the one that gets the\nplums!\ngate\nDelayin' things, as women dost to-day,\nA-tryin' for to pin her hat on straight.\nA FEW THOUGHTS THOUGHT ON HEARIN' FOLKS\nFIND FAULT WITH THE WEATHER\nI LOVE cold winter weather with the snow\nA-driftin' on the walks I hast to clear,\nAnd frost a-bitin' nose and cheek and\near,\nWith the thermometer away below.\"\nI also love the summer when it 's so\nRed hot that clothes next to you all\n\"adhere\"\nAnd everybody 's frantic, pretty near,\nAnd sayin' things that hot folks do, you\nknow?\nI love both seasons, but I wish I could\nSONNET WROTE WHILST THINKIN' OF OUR FIRST\nEnjoy them whilst they 're with us, for,\nPARENTS IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN\nyou see,\n0 ADAM and O Eve! How very nice\nIt 's winter when the summer seems so good,\nIt must have been to live where you was\nAnd summer when the winter pleases\nat.\nme.\nNo neighbors anywhere with whom to But, somehow, I have never understood\nspat,\nWhy either of them whilst it 's here 's\nNor any one to give you free advice.\n\"n.g.\"\nTHE DE VINNE PRESS, NEW YORK\nTHE ICE OF THE NORTH\nWhite, immaculate, storm-beaten beaches, lonely sea beyond seas,\nbeyond ken,\nFrom the ice of your farthermost reaches, re-echos your challenge\nto men!\nThey have sought you with worship and wonder; in despair have they\nsent forth their breath -\nAnd for answer - the crash of your thunder, the shiver and silence\nof death!\nYou have wooed them, aroused them, and quelled them, you have\nprisoned them fast in your floes,\nYou have drawn them, betrayed and repelled them, and their\nbones lie a-bleach on your snows.\nIs your diadem gemmed with star-flowers from those far-flaming\nfields of the sky,\nBut the sign of a Tyrant whose powers, overthrow, and destroy\nand defy?\nOh! imperious, pitiless regions - snow panoplied hills\nthat entice -\nAre those silent, impassible legions, but guarding a\nbosom of ice?\nOr is it the radiant duty of your rapturous heart\nof delight,\nThat crimsons with currents of beauty, the dark span\nof your depolate night?\nThrough the long voiceless twilights that darken your virginal,\nslumbering, plain,\nDo you dream of the sunlight, and harken for the voice of the\nsouthwind again?\nOh! mysteries never beholden by the ages, we question\nand wait\nFor the ultimate answer withholden in the mist-woven mantle\nof Fate.\nBy your star-splendid beauty still haunted, in the wake of\nyour moons, we set forth -\nBy your perilous silence undaunted, we follow the call\nof the North!\nMargaret Ridgely Partridge.\nTHE ICE OF THE NORTH\nWhite, immaculate, storm-beaten beaches, lonely sea beyond seas,\nbeyond ken,\nFrom the ice of your farthermost reaches, re-echos your challenge\nto men!\nThey have sought you with worship and wonder; in despair have they\nsent forth their breath -\nAnd for answer - the crash of your thunder, the shiver and silence\nof death!\nYou have wooed them, aroused them, and quelled them, you have\nprisoned them fast in your floes,\nYou have drawn them, betrayed and repelled them, and their\nbones lie a-bleach on your snows.\nIs your diadem gemmed with star-flowers from those far-flaming\nfields of the sky,\nBut the sign of a Tyrant whose powers, overthrow, and destroy\nand defy?\nOh! imperious, pitiless regions - snow panoplied hills\nthat entice -\nAre those silent, impassible legions, but guarding a\nbosom of ice?\nOr is it the radiant duty of your rapturous heart\nof delight,\nThat crimsons with currents of beauty, the dark span\nof your desolate night?\nThrough the long voiceless twilights that darken your virginal,\nslumbering, plain,\nDo you dream of the sunlight, and harken for the voice of the\nsouthwind again?\nOh! mysteries never beholden by the ages, we question\nand wait\nFor the ultimate answer withholden in the mist-woven mantle\nof Fate.\nBy your star-splendid beauty still haunted, in the wake of\nyour moons, we set forth -\nBy your perilous silence undaunted, we follow the call\nof the North!\nMargaret Ridgely Partridge.\nNEW YORK HERALD, SUNDAY, APRIL 28, 1907.-MAGAZINE SECTION.\n~\nEXPLORERS by MALCOLM\nILLVS RATE D BY ALONZO % KLAW\nA little man's proud aim\n/Was to some day win great fame\nBy penetrating frigid Arctie zones;\nIt's the longing of my soul,\nHe declared,' to find the pole,\nAnd thus immortalize the Jones! name of\nKLAW\nam training with my wife\nFor the rigors of the life;\nAnd, to make our constitutions good and hard,\nClad in tur trom head to toe,\nWe both sit out on the snow,\nOr else flounder our be snow-shoes round the\nyard]\nKLAW\nWe are III eating blubber too,\nJONES\nWhich is difficult to do,\nBut we want to grow accustomed to the are:\nSo haven't any doubt,\nWhen at last we both set out,\nWe will be in good condition to get there!\nELLIS\nPA\ne study to see all its beaut\ncould tell her which was\natagonia and which the xl\nof Honduras she had herh\nndow and was gasping to\norn the new neighbor's pa3\n1. But she did not get\nut of it, because she kr\nshe looked out of the no\nwalked briskly down the street. Mrs.\nTucker lived in a corner house and she\nwas at home. She was glad to see Eliph\nHewlitt and welcomed him into the parlor.\nwas after the dinner hour of the Kilo\nHotel when the little book agent dropped\nnto the chair before the hotel again and\nhervously wiped his face.\n\"Sell a book?\" asked the landlord.\n\"I don't know, Eliph' Hewlitt answered\nveakly \"I can't tell yet. My thoughts\nin't collected yet. Why didn't you say\nMrs. Tucker was subject to be took with\nits?\"\n\"Because she ain't,\" answered the land-\nord. \"Curlosity is all she is liable to be\nook with, so far as know. There ain'\noom in her for anything else, she is so\nfull of that.\"\n\"I've been selling this book. said the\nIttle book agent, \"ever since-since it was\npup, as you might say-and ain't ever\neen a sadder thing than what saw up at\nner house. told you was rootish to try\ndo business to-day. I never saw\nSOI GOT UP AND WALKED ALONGSIDE OF HER AND\nwoman take on as that Mrs. Tucker did\nver the things her new neighbors was\nnoving in.\nTHE BOOK MADE A ROUND TRIP EVERY MINU\n\"Was their things better than her'n?'\nsked the landlord.\n\"No, it wasn't that,\" said Eliph' Hewlitt\nYou know what kind a house she lives\nIt is a. corner house, and she welcomed\nat the colored picture from life of the San family that is moving into town from Rich\nrancisco earthquake, taken on the spot\nne in and took delight in hearing what\nmond! And if they ain't got a plano!\nwhile it was still quaking, and then she\nad to say. She was right pleased at the\ngave a little cry and jumped to the win-\nsuppose they are the stuck up kind.\nooks of the illuminated frontispiece, and\ndow.\n\"The Fall of Port Arthur, painted by\nhought the steel engraved portrait of\nIt's them new folks moving over from\nour own artist on the spot where it fell,\nRoosevelt looked as if he was a good\nJefferson, she said, and poked her head\nsaid, and she jumped over and took a\nghter because he had a face like her\nlook, and then jumped for the next win-\nout. It wasn't nothing but wash tubs full\nncle Wisdom Tucker had before he lost\ndow. turned over the page and caught\nof tin pans and such as that. 'Madam,'\nis teeth and when he used to wrastle\nher as she was sprinting for the north\n71th a grizzly bear every morning before\nsaid, the next picture show you is a window, and she gave one glance at the\nview of Wall street, with Thomas Lawson picture of Flags of All Nations, which\nRST GAMBI\n\"HAY, WATCHER TALKIN ABOUT?\nGIVUS THE CENT\".\ners!' he shouted. The band trooped over in\nsilence until it settled, tail upward, on the\nis wake, you in its midst. Under a hole\ndirt.\n\"Say, do yer think yer win every time yer\nthe fence you all crept. How often\nthrow? Yer piker!\" The speaker extended\nou had seen boys doing that when you\n'It's mine. Tail! I win!\" you cried.\na black looking hand and made dive at\nvere walking with Mommer, and how you\nThere was a hasty exclamation on the part\nof some of the boys; then one yelled, 'Sure,\nyour pocket. With all your might you\nad longed to know what was behind those\nstruck out at him, your fist landing on his\nhigh fences! You soon found out. There\nit's the kid's. Give It t' him And you\nhard arm and not hurting in the least.\njoyously pocketed the coin. Some of the\nplenty of dirt, old tin cans, remains\nBut the youngster's blood was up. With\nother boys threw up pennies, fought about\nbonfires, sorts of looked\nthe\none strong shove from his brawny shoul-\nexate, Salas Home main\nCommr, Robert Peay,\nDear Onl\nEna since your lecture has Inemius\nfor your departure m the Ranmeln\nWe Gld Joldias have been us much\nmarested in your monemats and\nmine whats, and jun mident me may as\nmy conclusive midnee jun preace cl cm\nbalms at ma on the Dale ter asses a\nJahstaction having a In an the beement spect\nNationally mgrelf I am interested in the\nMird Capturen the Garfenate Deny\nWhen me heing with Chasser an escing, the\nhe into this hope to hane a wint Should year\nWe at Eligabeth bits er.le, 62, Can Sea\nby Rospts\nThas, E, Truner\nNath, yolds Home,\nmame\nRobert Pary, U, I, N,\nme give three chees for Pary,\nat last, he reached the, goal,\nThe height of his ambition\nThe has crowned it at the Tile\nM are we by mpathinged with Teary,\nofthen we heard that book had won,\nWhile Columbia held the lamel wreath,\nwhich urged the Victon an,\nHelp Hip lumah granel Peary,\nThree chear from State of Marine,\nWe mean a feather in on cap\nAnd another ytar we gain'\nIt was Teary, grand incentive\nThat has uged Jame others on,\nyet volumbia holds, the lamel wreath\n\"yem bictory now has won,\n2\nthat a Triumph for our Colors,\nHow the Items thine in the blue,\n6m hearts one full, me can but shout,\nJon Peny tried and have,\n(Im bolows wave himphant\nall doubts and fears are past,\nwith worth and South, goined hand in hand,\nTis neietory cut last\nsefying ice and know inft.\nyou he faced the Boral blast,\n6m Stars and Thipes. Shiumphart,\nThe has nailed than to the most\nColumbia reigns Ga ice Supreme\nHolds grandest flag The World has seen\nmile all Ear the erations, Longs of precise\nTa Stan and Shipes their voices raise,\nH loving Wife awaits him now,\nWa more he need to roam.\nThe pole star, That athach his life.\nIs famel in Home sweet It one,\nThan, E, Thema,\nevall, Home thaine\nMains. Pans,\nat the Sore,\nhe give Mirer chees for Peary\nat last, Joe, reachere the goal\nThe height of our elmbition\nWe has crowned it at the\nHear same sympathined with Peng,\nmhen me hearel another was,\nMule Columbia, Leta the laurab,\nWhich Groused the vactor an\nPerje, Herp, Zomah, glara Peary\nThree then, from date of Maine,\nCand Than you me gain an added Ston,\nall the rest lain\nIt which und as deary? ground\nSo mgen the others meenture.\non Columbia place the lame on wreath,\nVictor that has man,\nWhat a tringsh for can balow\n2\nHear the Stam Chen Bogs in Blue\nCem hearts are full, we can but Shoul\nMane Peary. Rully. fore you\nDetying ice cance Incm duft.\nIn spite of Boxcal blast,\nwith Columbias mail and hammer\ntoo? nailed there to the Preast,\nMith Colum bia reigns 6er ice.\nMhile grandest all flag the Wonld supreme, has\nTo Stam and Carth? Nation Lans seen,\nToola Shipes Their voices Theire, reuse,\nThe up they head\nIf Stees and Stups Coclumbia was,\nThe Betsy Ross. arere have have\nstitch another on I ca,\nChan E. Juner,\neratt, Home\nmain\nIn. book\net, Question which\nmust bitis,de \"\nIrr did zene him h In e/e Kinly\nOn one your lands a fake\nIt much, the great fraud\nWould prone a great mistake,\nSuch a Wonderful production\nWinder defy Munchausens shill\nand as greaterfakir on the earth\nyou would musy file the bill,\nyes much a Handerful production\nIf Untine in culu file the Your,\nwith gearn. of every honest man,\nWha had h open you gained the pole,\nNew Let Inadue your facts and clinch them.\nreience drine the\nand Ta pin yun words night claim nail, to facts,\nlet the truth\nWe winlu n of one rota\n2\nof fame prom book detract\nIf he can Incne the fact,\nBut Chen him for his luck and pluck\nBut\nLethim Income he blimber me\nReached the apex of the m\nThat a Chanacter must count,\nG maden mind will cling to fact ant\nas While me hanm Camacle, Pears.\na grand time honest Lune,\nWe The Wanter notgrage mecessful man\nhas ans of the Pole\nThis the character of Peary,\ncrim /wones the man of worth,\nand me believe he placed am flag,\nat the highest Paint on eath,\nSo and me his honor Camada Peary,\nChanacter\nwith faith in him, We all believe\nOm Itam, the Tole summercent,\nIn Though some find fault with Peary,\nIt matters m ot in pine the state\nthe cause he takes with book,\nthe know him like a back,\nmy 2 3\nevall, Home, me\nCOOK'S AND PEARY'S\nDASH FOR THE POLE\nra (york Since the agette days/of Eden, when Sept man was 25/09 expell'd\nFrom the flow'ry walks and arbours there,\nAs a bold Explorer, he has excell'd,\nAnd planted his standard-everywhere!\nMountains that pour'd forth floods of fire,\nAnd vales, which earthquakes caused to yawn,\nBut strengthen'd his God-born desire,\nTo see them and still travel on.\nLo, in this twentieth century day,\nMan's conquest of the globe is known:\nEe'n at the Pole he asserts his sway-\nAt top of earth sets up a throne.\nIn Holy Book; on old pyramid,\nAnd written on the papyrus' roll,\nOld tales of travel oft were hid,\nAnd Scribes would fame of men extoll:\nOf men who crossed the boundary line,\nWhich, to the multitude, had seem'd\nEnd of the world-glad to assign\nDiscovery to the men that dream'd.\nOf \"milk and honey\" lands they dream'd!\nYear after year they sought themout;\nBut the multitude behind them stream'd,\nAnd the new land shared with song and shout.\nThus Abraham the unknown spied,\nAnd Moses saw fair Canaan's land;\nNor has there been an age denied\nExplorers: men courageous, grand,\nWho held their lives as light as air,\nIf by some chance they might bestow\nSome goodly gift which all might share.\nAnd worthy fame's bright afterglow.\nYes, this whole world was ever led,\nBefore twould venture o'er the hill;\nThe leaders were on danger bred,\nAnd agents of the Supreme will.\nRecords of ages past reveal,\nThe rapid spread of the human race:\nHalf naked tribes for happier weal,\nFold their tents, and change their place:\nThe fittest survive, take spoil, and go on:\n\"Knowledge is power\" on sea and land:\nGroping through night tow'rd Liberty's dawn,\nSmall bands of Christians seek the far strand.\nContinents taken: all seas known,\nFrom pole to pole, around and around.\nAll hail ye Explorers! The world doth own\nTo God and ye her thanks profound.\nCompare the dangers explorers have dared,\nAnd think of all thrillingly awful extremes;\nSurely the Arctic explorer has shared,\nPerils to utter which language lacks means.\n'Twas thought that Columbus was driving his beat,\nOver the edge of a square-built world!\nWho would imagine a ship could float,\nOn liquid globe, and not be hurled\nInto abyss of space below?\nMeanwhile the breezes filled his sails,\nAnd America's shore began to grow\nOut of the mist which the land exhales.\nLet your thought wing the polar way,\nWhere breath of the North burn like a flame:\nSix months of darkness, six months of day:\nWhere a moment's exposure may hopelessly maim:\nWhere the igloo built on ice and snow-\nSole shelter from the polar blast,\nBy cataclysmic overthrow,\nMay into the polar gulf be cast.\nThere ice which seems a solid field,\nCovers two thousand fathoms deep:\nNow solid, now the masses yield,\nBeneath the bed where Eskimos sleep.\nNorthward toward ice-bound end of earth,\nFor three long centuries men have marched,\nConquering the narrowing icy girth\nWhere top of the world is glacier-arched.\nSome have returned to tell the tale,\nReleasing secrets long frost-bound;\nOthers went down 'mid Arctic gale,\nEach sepulchre an icy mound.\nBut those who have returned relate,\nThat which imparts the Arctic chill,\nTill blood is cold and pulses abate,\nAnd horror every nerve doth thrill.\nListen! Cold and dead-tired we camped,\nA dense black water sky o'erhead:\nMen and dogs had all day tramped,\nWith fatigue and cold were well-nigh dead:\nIn sleeping bags and heavy furs,\nWe crowded into the igloo small,\nWhen, suddenly, the ice pack stirs-\nThe sleepers wake when the igloos fall.\nUnder our feet the ice splits far-\nA team of dogs sucked into the deep-\nBlack darkness, up above no star-\nOn moving ice all forced to leap.\nIn the dark, and cold, on careening floe,\nWe huddled, wishing for the day:\nWe heard the grinding, groaning foe,\nAnd we drifted helplessly on-away-\nGod knows where! Black smoke roll'd up,\nFrom Arctic gulf and polar abyss:\nWe thought Death pressed his bitter cup,\nWhich each unwilling lip must kiss.\nThe motion ceased! The water closed!\nThank God, the blackness disappeared!\nAurora's bright beams now interposed,\nAnd the way to the pole again was cleared.\nSuch is the tale brave Peary tells,\nConfirm'd by all of the Roosevelt's crew;\nAnd each explorer's story swells\nThe evidence that marks them true.\nAnywhere near the ninetieth degree,\nIs trespass in the domain of Death;\nBeyond all help on that frozen sea-\nA miracle each successive breath.\nBoth Cook and Peary tell the tale,\nAnd chart the way to frozen goal;\nAnd none may their great claim assail,\nWhile the Stars and Stripes float o'er the Pole.\nCONWAY WING DICKSON.\nHotel Ponce de Leon\nAS\nAND ANNEX\nWHEN AT\nATLANTIC CITY\nStore V\nVirginia Avenue and the Beach\nThe Hotel Ponce de Leon is\nnewly furnished throughout with\nrare taste, nd possesses all mod-\nern requisites for convenience and\ncomfort for ruests.\nWill be Ope\nHot and Cold Sea Water Baths\nEuropean and American Plan\nA booklet will be gladly furnish-\ned on application.\nRates, running from $12.50 to\n$30.00 per week, according to loca-\ntion of the rooms.\nOfficial Hotel merican Motor\nLeague and the International Au-\ntomobile League.\nJOHN\nGarage Capacity 200 Miclines\nFor further information address\nCLUE\nALFRED B. 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FREDERIO\nMayor of St. Louis and\nCentennial\nIf a thousand or so American may\nors do not have in their possession b\nOctober 9, the latest and best ideas or\nhow to run cities, it will not be th\nfault of the St. Louis Centennial as\nsociation and the Civic League of St\nLouis. The former has arranged t\nbring together and entertain at leas\nthis number of chief executives of mu\nnicipalities of the United States durin\nthe week that the one hundredth anni\nversary of the incorporation of St\nLouis will be celebrated, beginning Oc\ntober 3, and the latter has seized upo\nthe opportunity afforded to have th\nvisitors join in a great conference o\nSAVE THE PIECES!\nseries of conferences on problems o\ncity government.\nIf you break your lenses bring\nThree thousand invitations are bein\nus the pieces and we will dupH-\nsent out for this feature of the Cen\ncate them without the, two or\ntennial celebration, and although It\n1\nthree days delay which is re-\nfeared that not more than one mayo\nquired elsewhere. We can grind\nin three, whose presence is requested\nthe most complicated lenses\nwill be able to accept, the gathering\nwithin an hour or two. By grind-\nnevertheless, will be the most notabl\ning our own glasses we can\nof its kind ever held. It is doubtfu\nguarantee absolute accuracy, and\nthat half as many city rulers as will\nsave you some money on the\nattend have ever met together.\nprice of your lenses. And if you\nFully appreciating the honor whic\nMarch 23, 1911]\nThe Nation\n289\ncal quality is suggested rather by the\ncussion of the distinction between fancy and\nspirit than the form of the work. His\nCorrespondence\nimagination, Wordsworth proceeds to illus-\n\"Schwache Helden\" (Egon Fleischel &\ntrate his meaning by instances, drawn, as\nit happens, from various uses of the word\nCo.) treats a variety of themes with\nTHE CRIMINAL'S PRIVILEGE.\nhang:\ngrace and simplicity, one of the most\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nA parrot hangs from the wires of his\nenjoyable being the story of a worthy\nSIR: The letter of Mr. H. E. Kelly in\ncage by his beak or by his claws; or a\npedagogue who has turned out an able\nmonkey from the bough of a tree by his\nyour issue of March 2 cites the universality\ntranslation of \"Manfred,\" and, laboring\npaws or his tail. Each creature does so\nof the \"third degree\" as a reason for not\nliterally and actually. In the first Eclogue\nunder the delusion that he is a great\nabolishing the constitutional safeguard\nof Virgil, the shepherd, thinking of the\npoet, undertakes to rewrite the end of\ntime when he is to take leave of his farm,\nagainst self-incrimination. As a matter of\nthus addresses his goats:\nthe work. Hans von Hoffensthal's new\nfact, it would rather seem the other way\nbook, \"Hildegard Ruh's Haus\" (Egon\nabout. Provide an orderly judicial proce-\nNon ego vos postbac viridi projectus in antro\nFleischel & Co.), contains among oth-\ndure for the arraignment of persons accused\nDumosa pendere procul de rupe videbo.\ners a group of Tyrolese sketches, hap-\nof crime-one that will not, as on the Con-\nhalf way down\ntinent of Europe, be secret, but one in which\nHangs one who gathers samphire,\npily blending humor and pathos, and\ntold with refreshing spontaneity and\nthe accused can have counsel but must tes\nis the well-known expression of Shake-\ntify-and you will have gone a long way\nspeare, delineating an ordinary image upon\nsimplicity. In the collection of stories\nthe cliffs of Dover. In these two instances\nentitled \"Allerlei Volk\" (Imported by\ntoward minimizing the extra-legal activity\nis a slight exertion of the faculty which\nof police, the zeal of reporters, the inquisi-\nI denominate imagination, in the use of one\nG. E. Stechert & Co.), Bernardine\ntorial efforts of neighbors, and the officious-\nword: neither the goats nor the samphire-\nSchulze-Smidt proves, as in her novels,\nness of others whose enterprise is now\ngatherer do literally hang, as does the par-\nrot or the monkey; but, presenting to the\nher strong grasp of reality, her power\nstimulated by the existence of a privilege\nsenses something of such an appearance,\nto visualize a psychological situation\nthat has outworn its usefulness and has\nthe mind in its activity, for its own gratifi-\nand her gift of delineation. The first of\nvirtually ceased to be an effective protec-\ncation, contemplates them as hanging.\nthe three stories is a Florentine village\ntion.\nBENJAMIN\nTUSKA.\nAs when far off at sea a fleet descried\nOmaha, Neb., March 15.\nHangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds\nidyll with a genial old priest as guar-\nClose sailing from Bengala, or the isles\ndian angel of a pair of lovers; the sec-\nOf Ternate or Tidore, whence merchants bring\nond is the story of a young teacher who\nTheir spicy drugs; they on the trading flood\nTHE UNQUIET GRAVE.\nbrings sunshine into the lives of two\nThrough the wide Ethiopian to the Cape\nmotherless children; the third is a tale\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nPly, steaming nightly toward the Pole: SO seemed\nFar off the flying Fiend.\nof jealousy in a town on the Bosporus,\nSIR: The belief that excessive mourning\nwhere vengeance flies swift and the cry\nfor the dead destroys their peace, that tears\nHere is the full strength of the imagina-\n\"blood for blood\" is taken up even by\nmay even burn the shrouds of those de\ntion involved in the word hangs, and ex-\nerted upon the whole image, etc.\nparted, is a well-attested folk superstition-\nthe children and the children's chil-\nsee, for instance, Professor Child's notes to\nIn Goldsmith's essay on \"Poetry distin-\ndren. Luise Algenstaedt is a newcomer\n\"The Unquiet Grave,\" in volume two of his\nguished from other Writing\" (No. 15) OC-\nwhose stories of Jewish life, \"Die\n\"Ballade.\" Yet the particular case which I\ncurs a paragraph which I shall quote in\ngrosse Sehnsucht\" (Imported by Lemcke\nwish to record possesses a certain unique\nfull:\n& Buechner), sympathetically picture\ninterest as having come immediately from\nThere are certain words in every lan-\nJewish customs and reflect the senti-\nthe Chicago Ghetto, and ultimately from the\nguage particularly adapted to the poetical\nments of the race.\nvillage traditions of a colony of Jews liv-\nexpression; some from the image or idea\nthey convey to the imagination, and some\nThe most remarkable book of short\ning in central Russia.\nfrom the effect they have upon the ear. The\nstories, however, is that of Gabriele\nA story written by a Chicago newsboy\nfirst are truly figurative; the others may\nwas submitted to me for revision. Briefly,\nbe called emphatical. Rollin observes that\nReuter, \"Frauenseelen\" (Fischer's\nthe plot ran as follows: A Jewish rabbi and\nVirgil has, upon many occasions, poetized\nBibliothek zeitgenössischer Romane).\n(if we may be allowed the expression) a\nschoolmaster, angered at the pranks of a\nwhole sentence by means of the same word,\nIt is a book of psychological conflicts\ncertain young scapegrace, punishes him\nwhich is pendere.\nbearing evidence of the author's insight\nbrutally, and finally, when the boy is com-\nIte mese, felix quondam pecus, ite capellse;\ninto the inner life of her sex and of\npletely exhausted, frightens him so that he\nNon ego vos posthac, viridi projectus in antro,\nher grip upon vital problems. A young\ndies. Immediately the rabbi is overcome\nDumosa pendere procul de rupe videbo.\nwoman who has divorced her husband\nwith remorse; he attempts to expiate his\nAt ease reclined beneath the verdant shade,\nand is just about to obey the call of a\nsin by fasting, and spends a year in misery.\nNo more shall I behold my happy flock\nnew love, realizes by her husband's\nOn the anniversary of his pupil's death he\nAloft hang browsing on the tufted rock.\nclaim upon the child that she is not\nis praying in the cemetery, when the ghost\nHere the word pendere wonderfully im-\nfree. A husband returns from the in-\nof the dead boy approaches and speaks as\nproves the landscape, and renders the whole\nfollows: \"Why have you been wetting my\npassage beautifully picturesque. The same\nsane asylum to await the end at home\nshrouds with your tears these many months,\nfigurative verb we meet with in many dif-\nand unbalances the mind of the young\nferent parts of the AEneid.\nand thus prevented me from peaceful rest?\"\ndaughter who had never seen him. A\nThe author of the tale assured me that\nHi summo fluctu pendent, his unda dehiscens\nhappily married woman has a husband\nTerram inter fluctus aperit.\nhe had never seen anything like this in\nThese on the mountain billow hung; to those\nwho is so absorbed in his legal prac-\nprint, and was surprised to learn that it was\nThe yawning waves the yellow sand disclose.\ntice that he is utterly ignorant of her\nmore than a local village superstition.\nloneliness. But beside these unrelieved\n\"When my mother died, before I came to\nIn this instance the words pendent and\ntragedies there are stories with a de-\nAmerica,\" he explained, \"I was six years\ndehiscens, hung and yawning, are equally\npoetical. Addison seems to have had this\nlightful vein of humor, and others with\nold. My friends stopped my crying by say-\npassage in his eye when he wrote his\ning, 'Your tears burn the mother,' we\nHymn, which is inserted in the Spectator:\na streak of brilliant satire comparable\nall believed it, too,\" he concluded.\n-For though in dreadful worlds we hung\nto that of Maupassant. Such a story is\nFRANKLYN BLISS SNYDER.\nHigh on the broken wave.\n\"Das Opernglas,\" giving a daring yet\nEvanston, Ill., March 6.\nAnd in another piece of a like nature in\ndiscreet glimpse of the many and divers\nthe same collection:\nloves a dashing young officer on a sail-\nThy providence my life sustain'd,\ning vessel can harbor in his manly\nWORDSWORTH AND GOLDSMITH.\nAnd all my wants redress'd,\nbreast whenever he has shore-leave.\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nWhen in the silent womb I lay,\nA. VON ENDE.\nAnd hung upon the breast.\nSIR: I do not recall that any one has\npointed out the rather curious parallel that\nShakespeare, in his admired description\nfollows between a famous passage in\nof Dover cliff, uses the same expression:\nWordsworth's preface to the edition of\n-half way down\nHangs one that gathers samphire-dreadful trade!\n1815, and a paragraph in one of Gold-\n\"Essays.\" In the well-known dis-\nNothing can be more beautiful than the\n290\nfollowing picture, in which Milton has in-\nland recently in reading Scun\ntroduced the same expressive tint:\nfrau von Orleans\" came across the\n-he, on his side,\nDer einst den frommen Knaben Isai's\nthe dea\nLeaning, half raised, with looks of cordial love\nDen Hirten sich zum Streiter ausersehen.\nwhat his intimate\nHung over her enamour'd.\nThe teacher asked who was the Shepherd\nthat Mark Twain was a Sau\nWe shall give one example more from\nVirgil, to show in what a variety of scenes\nKing of Israel. Only two of the class could\ncholy man. \"Oh, how fortunate,\" he\nit may appear with propriety and effect.\nanswer. To the question, \"Who was David's\nclaimed on hearing of the death of his\nIn describing the progress of Dido's pas-\nfather?\" which followed, the answer\nfriend, Mr. Gilder, \"no such good luck ever\nsion for AEneas the poet says:\n\"Isaiah\" was promptly given, manifestly\ncomes to me.\"\nIliacos iterum demens audire labores\ninspired by the word Isai. This was a\nHamlet's levity is a reaction from the\nExposcit, pendetque iterum narrantis ab ore.\nsenior class.\ncontemplative mood of the soliloquies, just\nThe woes of Troy once more she begg'd to hear;\nIt is probably futile any longer to urge\nas Tennyson's coarseness of language at\nOnce more the mournful tale employ'd his tongue,\nthat most of the enormous number of stu-\ntimes, as he explained to Longfellow, was a\nWhile in fond rapture on his lips she hung.\ndents who are fitting for college in our\nrecoil from the refinement of his highly-\nThe reader will perceive, in all these\nhigh schools and special preparatory\nwrought work of the day.\ninstances, that no other word could be\nschools should be prepared on a basis con-\nThe first words that Hamlet utters in\nsubstituted with equal energy; indeed, no\nsisting largely of Greek. But granting\nthe play make a pun: \"More than kin and\nother word could be used, without degrad-\nthis, it is possible to change their dark-\nless than kind\" (\"kind\" being pronounced\ning the sense and defacing the image.\nness of mind, so far as classical names and\nwith a short i), and this is the keynote to\nIt will be observed at once that not only\nallusions are concerned, into a sort of\nhis behavior to all except Horatio, when\nis the same word hang chosen in both in-\npenumbra, at the worst. This can be done\nHoratio is alone.\nstances, but also that two of the passages\nwithout any study of the Greek or the\nHamlet drops easily into slang-college\ncited (the first from Virgil, and the Dover\nLatin language by getting them to read\nslang, one might say-even in his letter to\neliff lines from \"Lear\") are identical.*\nsome classics in translation, and by the\nOphelia: \"Thine ever more, most dear\nMoreover, in each case Milton is drawn\nuse in the schools of a really good manual\nlady, whilst this machine is to him.\"\nupon-although Wordsworth uses instead of\nof mythology. Some twenty years ago the\nGuild. Oh, there has been much throwing\nthe quotation in Goldsmith a simile which\nUniversity of California recognized the in-\nabout of brains.\nhis letter of August 28, 1811 (to Sir George\nability of the average high school pupil to\nHam. Do the boys carry it away?\nBeaumont) shows to have been long in his\nunderstand classical allusions as so serious\nPol. The actors are come hither, my lord.\nmind. It is difficult to avoid the conclu-\na handicap in the study of English poetry\nHam. Buz, buz!\nsion that Wordsworth (perhaps more or\nafter entering the university that Professor\nless unconsciously, as apparently was true\nGayley prepared a manual of the classic\nFor such news, the modern collegian\nin the case of certain of Tennyson's bor-\nmyths in English literature. This was\nwould, perhaps. say \"chestnuts,\" unless\nrowings) recalled the suggestive application\nwritten with direct reference to use in the\nthere is something later.\nof hang in the earlier essay.\nhigh schools of California.\nRos. My lord, you once did love me.\nSome further color is given to this suppo-\nThe writer does not know how fully this\nHam. So I do still, by these pickers and\nstealers,\nsition by the fact that Wordsworth seems\nmanual has succeeded in remedying the\nin a few other instances to show interest-\ncondition of ignorance which it was in-\nThe modern college slang for hands is\ning traces of Goldsmith's influence. The\ntended to alleviate. But he has seen a child\n\"lunchhooks.\"\ndiscussion in Goldsmith's essay on \"Taste\"\nof eight years reading Plutarch's Lives\nThese are only a few of the illustrations\n(No. 12) of \"the energetic language of sim-\nin translation with enthusiastic interest,\nthat any one may find for himself in the\nple nature, which is now grown into dis-\nand discussing the acts and characters of\nplay.\nlanguage of ancient faith\nthe Olympian deities with much intelligence\nTo understand the appreciation of \"Ham-\nand sincerity,\" as he calls it elsewhere in\n-all without the knowledge of a word of\nlet\" by the people, we must take into ac-\nthe same essay-rather curiously anticipates\nGreek, and with a vocabulary of but a\ncount the fact that much of standard Eng-\none phase of Wordsworth's own treatment,\nvery few Latin words.\nJ. Y. BERGEN.\nlish in our day was slang to the frequenters\nin the Preface to \"Lyrical Ballads,\" of \"the\nCambridge, Mass., March 15.\nof the Globe. Many of our most useful\nplainer and more emphatic language,\" \"the\nwords, as \"mob,\" \"cab,\" \"boss,\" etc., came\nsimple and unelaborated expressions\" of\nin as slang, and in the next decade \"graft,\"\nHAMLET'S SLANG.\nhumble and rustic life. The whole tone,\n\"stunt,\" \"dope,\" and hundreds more will\nindeed (and sometimes even the phraseolo-\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nlose their quotation marks.\ngy), of the last half-dozen paragraphs of\nSIR: It seems strange at first sight that\nEDWARD A. ALLEN.\nthe essay on \"Taste\" finds more or less\nin Shakespeare's most intellectual play, the\nColumbia, Mo., March 10.\nstriking echoes in Wordsworth's earlier\nmost intellectual of all his characters, \"the\nPreface, as a careful reading of each, I be-\nmetaphysician and psychologist\" (Lowell)\nlieve, will show. And it would be a task\nshould indulge more freely in \"quips and\nLETTERS OF JAMES WILSON.\nof some interest and value to determine\ncranks and wanton wiles\" than any other\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nhow far the coincidences have real signifi-\nof the serious characters of his plays. But\ncance.\nJOHN L. LOWES.\non second thought this trait of \"the melan-\nSIR: Would it be within the province of\nSt. Louis, Mo., March 12.\ncholy Dane\" is found to be in accord with\nyour open letters to make general inquiry\nhuman nature and with a grave and con-\nas to the whereabouts of stray letters of\ntemplative mind. \"The essence of all jokes,\nJames Wilson, the constitutionalist, and\nGREEK IN THE SCHOOLS.\nof all comedy,\" says Emerson in his lec-\n\"signer\"? In the preparation of my seven-\nture on \"The Comic,\" \"seems to be an hon-\nvolumed \"Life, Letters, and Works of Wil-\nTo THE EDITOR OF THE NATION:\nest or well-intended halfness, a non-per-\nson,\" the volume devoted to \"Letters\" from,\nSIR: Professor Hamilton's article,\nformance of what is pretended to be per-\nto, or about Wilson is approximately com-\n\"Greek in the New York Schools\" in the\nformed, at the same time that one is giving\nplete after a search among collections\nNation of March 9 is most timely. Those\nloud pledges of performance\"; and although\nknown to me; but there are many persons\nof us who have taught English in secon-\nthere is no intimation that Emerson had\nwho have taken little \"flyers\" in autograph\nHamlet in mind when he wrote these words,\ncollecting, and generally aimed at a few\ndary schools have usually had frequent oc-\ncasion to wonder at the ignorance of scrip-\nthey seem precisely applicable to Hamlet's\n\"signers,\" whose eye such an appeal as this\ntural characters and of classical mythology\ncase. The spring of laughter, it has been\nmight reach. Those interested in this work\nshown even by children of intelligent fam-\nsaid, lies hard by the fountain of tears.\nwould greatly appreciate both the possibili-\nilies. A class of twenty or more in one\nThe story of Carlini has become familiar\nty of such an inquiry and any responses\nof the leading fitting schools in New Eng-\nby Emerson's use of it in this same essay.\nthat might be made to it.\nWhile the famous comedian was convuls-\nBURTON ALVA KONKLE.\ning Naples with laughter, he himself was\nSwarthmore, Pa., March 17.\n*The description of Queen Mab which Words-\nworth cites as an exercise of the fancy, Goldsmith\nthe victim of excessive melancholia. A\nalso quotes, in the next essay but one (on \"Hy-\nperbole\"), as a description of \"fantastic beings,\"\nphysician who was called in advised him\nin which propriety is not wholly observed.\nto go to the theatre and see Carlini. \"Alas!\"\nA Whopper\nby Wallace Irwin.\nTHE biggest whale was ever-\nIn fact I think there never\nWas ever Aopper-whopper larger growed on land or sea-\nWas one we seen cavortin',\nA-blowin' and a-snortin'\nRight off the coast o' Greenland in the spring o' '93.\nWe seen him far from inland-\nHis tail stretched plum to Finland-\nTo see that million-pounder flop and flounder was a sight!\nSo we set out quite fancy\nUpon the whaler Nancy,\nTo catch 'im and dispatch 'im and to bring 'im home ere night.\nUpon the monster creepin',\n(We thought that he was sleepin',)\nWe coched 'im soon with our harpoon and jabbed 'im in the ear.\nThen with a great commotion\nHe started for mid-ocean,\nA-snaggin' us and draggin' us like jack-straws in the rear.\nHis size was SO stoopunjus,\nHis speed was SO treemenjus\nWe took the log which registered one-thousand knots per hour.\nAnd gallant Captain Standish\nRemarked: \"This is outlandish-\nI think, be-gum, we're goin' some,\" and looked a trifle sour.\nIO\nIn less than half a day, sir,\nWe'd gone through Hudson Bay, sir,\nHad jumped the Jute peninsula and passed the coast o' Maine;\nThe whale with strength unceasin'\nHis speed kep' on increasin',\nTill with a sizz we went gee-whizz past Portugal and Spain.\nThree times we shot past Sulu,\nThree times by Honolulu,\nThree times he dragged us down so deep we touched the ocean floor.\nIn vain our mate yelled: \"Stiddy!\"\nOur crew was gittin' giddy-\nTo navigate at such a rate is somethin' like a bore.\nThen came the thing we dreaded-\nFor Africa we headed.\n\"He'll bump into Gibraltar rock!\" we cried, and held our breath.\nBut ere we thus were mangled\nThe whale became entangled-\nHe stuck in the Suez canal and choked himself to death.\nThen soon each lazy lubber\nGot busy boilin' blubber-\nWe stood in ranks and filled up tanks with all that we could boil.\nAnd when we made a dicker\nFor that there precious licker,\nIt made us independent rich and\nscared the Standard Oil.\n- Mar. 1904 -\n428\nTHE ROYAL MAGAZINE.\nseat, and Meriton got his bonds off and his\nWhich I hope you'll pay, sir ? asked\ngag out. Directly he had done SO he made\nMeriton demurely.\nthe captives a mocking speech in excellent\nEh? No, I told you the other day I make\nGerman.\nno personal favouritism, and I stick to that.\n\" Ach !\" shouted the bigger of the two as\nBut you've shown yourself a smart man, and\nhe shook his handcuffed fists, I wish I had\nI'll give you a promise. When you've got\nlistened to Heinrich and killed you-you pig!\"\nyour Divisional Superintendentship you shall\nMeriton acknowledged the sentiment\nmarry Evie. There\npolitely, and the train went on, leaving the\nAnd meanwhile\nprisoners behind.\n\" Meanwhile? Oh, well you're on the\nway to it. The G.M.'s got a post for you\n\" Meriton,\" said the Assistant Superinten-\nover this affair. So, well-you'd better go\ndent, \"the Company won't forget this.\nand make it all right with Evie, my\nNeither shall I, for I owe you something\nlad. That's what you want, I suppose,\npersonally over it.\"\neh?\"\nWHEN THE MORNING\nCOMES WITH THE\nSPRING.*\nBy GEORGE MORRISON,\nChief Engineer of The Morning, the vessel\ndispatched to rescue The Discovery in the\nAntarctic Regions.\nAway in the deadly stillness, cut off from the\nworld alone,\nHeld in the grasp of the Ice King at the foot of\nhis flaming throne,\nThey wait the returning daylight, they wait\nfor the help we'll bring,\nWearily watching the hours go by till The\nMorning comes with the spring.\nThey bear the flag of England far over the frozen sea;\nTheir motto and their watchword Discovery still shall be.\nThey watch the stars in their courses, they watch the needle's swing,\nDoing their duty, not counting its cost, till The Morning comes with the spring.\n* See the editorial note on page 496.\nmoruing\n1115\n1511\nready.\nnat\nrignt.\nhand well down outside over the door panel,\nand pretended to be interested in a ruin that\nStill the train ran on. There was a long\nsilence. Then came a resounding whistle.\nwas in the distance.\nJust going to run through Westfield,\"\nThen, as the train neared the box, he waved\nexclaimed one of the men.\nhis arm up and down with a peculiar motion,\nstill keeping\nBut the whistle was shortly followed by a\ngrating on the wheels.\nit out of the\nsight of the\n\"Himmel The signal's against\nus. Put those things back in the\ntwo men,\nbag. So!\"\nand glanc-\nAre we stopping?\"\ning at the\nYes-no! The man in the\ncabin. To\nhis joy, the\nsignal-box is waving a green flag.\nWe are going on. No-no-we're\nman was\nstanding at\nstopping again. Lucky we gagged\nthe open\nthe fool. Ah, we're going to stop in\nthe station ! Curse it !\nwindow.\nKeep still, my friend\nOut flew\nWalter Meri-\nthe weighted\nton heard, un-\nbit of paper\nderstood, and\nand fell by\nrejoiced. The\nthe side of\nnext moment\nthe line.\na voice on\nThe signal-\nthe platform\nman put up\nexclaimed:\nhis hand\n'This is\nwith a quick\n3824, C!\"\njerk. He\nand the lock\nhad seen it,\nclicked.\nand under-\nThe vil-\nstood.\nNow, the\nlains were\nThe next\nbombs. Put\ncompletely\nmoment a\nthem on the\ntaken by\nviolent blow\nseat ready.\"\nsurprise as\nstruck upon the\na couple of\nyoung man's head\npolicemen\nfrom behind, and he fell sense-\nand a railway\nless.\nofficial dashed in.\nWhen he came to himself he\nThey tried to open\nfound that he was lying on the hard\nthe other door and\nfloor of the carriage. His hands and feet\nCYRUS\nCUNCO\nescape, but in vain.\nwere firmly tied with string and handker-\nThey were hand-\nchiefs, a bandage was over his eyes, and a\ncuffed before they\ngag was fastened into his mouth. The\nknew what had hap-\ntrain was still rushing along at full speed.\npened, and the rail-\n\"Better to have given him a few inches of\nway official had\nknife,\" he heard the shorter man growl.\nopened the bag.\n'Oh, it's all right,\" said the other.\n\"Bombs! he\n\" We've no quarrel against him, and he can't\nexclaimed, and a\ndo us any harm. Now, then, we're only a\nbroken quarter light.\nfew miles off Westfield, and there isn't any\nGoing to throw 'em\ntime to lose. Better get that window\nat the 'special,' that's it.\nsmashed.\"\nLucky we got the message in\nThere was a crash of glass as his companion\ntime. Where's Mr. Meriton,\nstruck at the quarter-light with his stick.\nthough? I hope they haven't done\n* The writer has witnessed the sending of an\nfor him.\"\nofficial telegraph message in the manner described.\nThen a form rolled out from under the\nA WAY-SIDE FOUNTAIN.\nmations. As the Mayor pushed his way\ntaken up by all the peasants, and to the\nthrough the throng, followed by the suc-\nmelody of these wild notes the fête in the\ncessful couple-who were no other than\nwoods came to an end. Already the fat\nNannic and Alanik-they marched to the\nhorses were being reharnessed to the high\nspace before the pipers, and the Mayor, in\ncarved carts, into which the women and\na few Breton gutturals, congratulated the\nchildren were climbing. From the tow-\nhappy pair, handing the girl, who was\ner of the church beyond the wood came\npanting breathlessly, a crown of tinsel and\nthe jangle of bells. The sky was melt-\nflowers, which she immediately placed\ning into a deep orange in the west, and\nupon her coiffe, and to the shining-faced\nabove in the clear blue shone a few early\nyoung fellow he presented a huge red silk\nstars.\nhandkerchief or sash-I could not make\nAt the Calvary beside the road the pea-\nout which. Now the cider ran in streams\nsants had gathered, and stood or knelt for\nfrom the casks, and there was a great rat-\nthe final prayer of the pardon, and even\ntling of cups upon the tables to the health\nabove the clang of the bells sounded the\nof the happy winners. The girls upon\nnote of the whippoorwill. So we left\nthe turf walls began a sort of sweet chant\nthem, and it was night when we reached\nwith a melancholy refrain, which was\nthe town.\nNANSEN.\nBY FLORENCE EARLE COATES.\nT° drift with thee, not strive against thy tide,\nAll-powerful Nature! to pursue thy law,\nAttentive,-with devout and childlike awe\nHeark'ning unto thy voice, and none beside:\nTo drift with thee! With thee for friend and guide,\nIn fragile bark, careless of cold or thaw,\nTo brave the ice-pack and the dread sea-maw!-\nSo are man's conquests won, SO glorified.\nThe truest compass is the seeing soul.\nOh, wond'ring Earth! did not thy spirit glow,\nCalling to mind the deathless Genoese,\nAs Nansen, pilot of the frozen Pole,\nLike a young Viking rode the icy floe,\nWresting their secret from the Arctic Seas?\npipers in the wood, and down the lane\nSoon but two couples remained on the\noutside the wall, the young men stamp-\nfield, and these the peasants watched\ning their feet to mark the time, or exe-\nbreathlessly.\ncuting some pigeon-wing figure to attract\nThe struggle was intense, and the pipers\nthe eyes of the bright-cheeked girls. The were wellnigh breathless, when, finally,\nTHE DANCE IN THE WOODS.\nsoft purples and blues of the dresses be-\nafter the dance had lasted nearly three-\ncame soon of one dusty tone, and here\nquarters of an hour, one couple stopped.\nand there couples dropped out exhausted,\nImmediately there was a surging move-\ntheir faces streaming with perspiration.\nment towards the other couple, who pant-\nIt became evident to us that the dance\ned and shuffled, and turned and twisted,\nis one of endurance rather than grace,\nand swung each other through the fig-\nfor now the remaining couples were sur-\nures of the dance. Then all at once there\nrounded by the peasants, who encouraged\narose a shout and many uncouth excla-\nNow, my song is ended;\nOur voyage is almost o'er.\nThe Roosevelt she is returning now\nThe Song of the Roosevelt\nFrom the Arctic shore.\nShe found her treasure more than gold\nAnd only lost one man;\nIf you want to know her gallant crew,\nThey're mostly from Newfoundland.\nMy song is of Captain Bartlett,\nWho pionghed the Arctic Shore,\nThere is one thing more I have to say,\nHe took the Rosevelt further north,\nWhich will cause your heart to pain.\nThan ever she was before;\nThe boy we left by that desolate shore,\n\"We'll break her down or find the Pole\"\nNever to return again.\nIf the green heart it will stand;\nIt's a mystery to the Rosevelt's crew\nBut they had to get the galient \"Neuf\"\nHow came that broken ice;\nThe man from Newfoundiand.\nBut the God above, who is full of love\nWill take him to Paradise.\nCommander Peary, that noble Yank,\nBound for the Arctic Pole,\nWhen we arrived in New York town\nBut when he got to Greenland's Shores,\nThe city was moved with joy;\nHe found it was so cold;\nBut the mother came down broken-\nHe took Esquamaux and sleighs and\nhearted:\ndogs,\n\"Where have you left my boy''?\nLikewise the Catameran;\nWhat brings joy to some brings sorrow\nBut they had to get the gailant \"Neuf\"\nto more.\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nChastisement we must endure;\nThere's no Sorrow below that we\nThree cheers for Commander Peary,\nundergo\nWhose heart is large and true:\nThat Heaven cannot cure.\nHe travelled on both night and day,\nThe Arctic to pursue;\nCommander Peary's voyge was tried up\nHe took the sights, the moon shon bright,\nand down,\nThe Northern Star did roll,\nBefore Vankie Council stand;\nThe Victory's won, it's ninety degrees.\nThey took it over to Germany,\nWe've found the Arctic Pole.\nAnd made a full demand;\nThey passed it on to France and Spain,\nIt was early in the morning,\nWho gave decision full;\nJust at the break of day;\nEng'and's great thelogians sifted out:\nThe Stars and Stripes nailed to the Pole,\nHe found the Aretic Pole.\nIt was SO far away.\nTHOMAS DAY,\nThere were fields of ice, and dense of\nfrost,\nWhitney Pier, Sydney.\nThe ocean did expand;\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nThe Norweigens they have tried IL,\n\"We've found the Pole.' he cried,\nAnd the Sweedes they did go:\nThe Englishman fits out his craft,\nWe're waiting for the tidings\nThat came across the sea so grand,\nAnd she goes on the stand:\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nThe man from Newfondland.\nEngland is the \"Hearts of Oak\"\nEverything was on the wing\nSo all the people say,\nWhen the Rosevelt bore in view;\nBut the descendants from their country\nThe Winch went out to take her in,\nAre better men than they:\nSo did the Pawnee 100,\nThey stand more hardships of the sea,\nThe Douglas Thomas, in all her pride\nThan England ever can:\nTo bring the ship to land;\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nOh. the Germans, thev do extol,\nHurrah for commander Peary,\nTheir country is SO fine:\nHe is a man of high renoun,\nBut they never found the Arctic Pole,\nHe's going home for the Stars andStripes\nAnd it's not SO good as mine;\nFor to make up his crown;\nThey class themselves with England,\nHe's going home for the Stars andStripes\nIn the position as they stand,\nHe has all things at hand:\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nFrom Greenland's shore and icebound,\nWe steered our ship for home:\nCommander Peary is going home,\nThere's no more that he can do;\nThe Rosevelt. she pressed onward,\nBut he has been successful\nWhich made the waters foam,\nTo see the girls in white,\nTo find the passage through.\nTheir hearts so light.\nOver polar ice and frozen shore\nIn the land we love so dear.\nThey have done all they can;\nWhen I thought of the kiss,\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf,\"\nWhich I often wish\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nFrom my bonnie souvenier.\nWhen we arrived in Sydney town\nIt was early in the morning,\nOur goodly ship to moor,\nJust at the break of dav:\nThe girls came down like angels\nI lifted my window from the sill\nCome from the Eden's shore:\nTo see the sun display:\nI thought they were from Paradise,\nI saw the Ross Vacht steaming down,\nWith their garments white and clear;\nDressed in her flag so grand;\nMade me think of the kiss that I often\nBut they had to get the gallant \"Neuf\"\nwished\nThe man from Newfoundland.\nFrom my bonnie souvenir.\nWells Depot maine, york C.,\nSept. 24. 1909\nRobert E. Peary\nEagle Island\"\nPortland Har, Maine-\nDear Sir - Please accept my Congratulations\ntogether with the inclosed poem, a tribute\n5 you, written by my self- although\nsmall, it tells you of the loyally\nmaine brans to her brane son. -\nRespectfully\nLuella Frances Hatch\nPeary's Penguet\"\n(1)\nOld Glory \"floats from the \"Northern Pole,\"\n\"Nailed there by Peary's hand;\na wonderous frat by him performed\nHas Conquired \"Frogen Land.\"\nThree anturies has the battle raged\nJeviet nations of the world;\namerica stands triumphant now,\nWith Stars and Stripes, unfurled.\nThis in her erown of glory sets\nand on her fieldlof victory lays\nanother glitering star,\nanother crimson far.\nOur standard's pet in ice and snow,\nIn The realm of Endless night,\nWhere it proudly waves in the icy breege,\nIn The glow of The Northern Light,\n(2)\naway to the forth, in That Sibut Land,\"\nIt tells its marvelous tale;\nIt proves to all The maxim old\nThere's no such word as fail.\nIt shows the strength and Courage bold\nQL america's valiant son;\nThough failing oft renewed his quest\nTill he had victory won.\nHis years of patient toil at last\nHare yielded up The goal;\nand Peary gives to Uncle Sam\"\nThe mystery of the \"Pole.\"\nPrinted in The Sanford Tribune Sept.17. 1909-\nLuella Frances Hatch\nnews Depot york Co,,\nMaine.\nTHURSDAY, SEPT. 9, Igog\nTHE SOUTH NOR\nPEARY THE PEERLESS.\nWho Placed the Stars and Stripes at\nthe Top of the World.\nHigh as the eagle soars in the sky,\nDauntless, determined to win or to die,\nPeary, the Peerless, with heart stout\nand brave,\nWould end as a victor, or go to his\ngrave.\nSo he sped forward time and again,\nBaffled and thwarted, yet did not re-\nfrain,\nFailure at first, success came at last\nWith hope for the future, forgetting\nthe past.\nHis love of adventure cast danger\naside,\nHis love of his country his heart's\ngreatest pride,\nTo add to her glory, prestige, renown,\nHe felt that success his efforts must\ncrown.\nFrom the world's topmost peak \"Old\nGlory\" now flies,\nFar up toward the heavens, far up in\nthe skies;\nAll tongues and all nations resounding\nB his fame-\nBaron Peary, the Fearless, none now\ncan disclaim.\nED. JAMES.\nEast Norwalk, Conn.\nENING SEN\nTHE\nTRISTR\nNOS\nContinua\nCle\nWe will continue our Augu\nstill lower prices will\nlines previously m\nWhite Lawn Waists\nBlack China Silk Waists\nLadies, Misses' and Children\nSuits\nWashable Dresses of All Ki\nTRISTRAM &\nI\nULITIMA THULE.\nBy William Ellery Leonard.\nIt was not for Arctic gold and a claim at the\nend of the great white trail;\nNor yet for the Arctic lore- for a map of the\nfloe and a graph of the gale:\nBut the quest came out of a primitive urge in\nthe blood of our common birth-\nThe lure of the last lone verge and the desert\nend of the rolling earth.\nFor this he abandoned the green of the world,\nthe lanes and the hills and the lees\nAnd rivers of midsummer nations, and banks\nwith the corn and the vine and the trees,\nAnd the genial zones of the planet's rains,\nand the belt of the planet's flowers;\nFor this he abandoned all cities- their house-\nholds, their singing and sunsets and bowers.\nOnward, north of the Northern Lights, hungry\nand cold and alone\nEternity under his frozen feet, and the snows\nof the ages unknown,\nwith never the boom of the purple seas, nor\neven a mountain of fire,\nNorth of the Plain of the thousand slain- who\nwere dead of the same desire.\nTill the East and Vest were lost in the South,\nand the north was no more, and he stood\nFace to face with the ancient dream thro his hope\nand his hardihood;\nAnd the alien skies where the polar sun went\nround the horizon's rim\nAnd the nameless ice below belonged at last to\nthe race through him.\nTHE NORTH POLE!S LURE.\n(By Minna K. Bailey.)\nI called your names and you answered--\nA roll of the lusty and strong;\nI sang my song while you listened,\nAnd you counted a year too long\nBefore you could come and claim me,\nA chattel to have and to hold;\nBut I hid, and I laughed while you hunted\nAnd I stabbed you with daggers of cold.\nI stabbed you an left you there dying,\nYou were starving and beaten and spent,\nBut you died in the Joy of the wooing,\nAnd you never knew what failure meant.\nHow I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter!\nHow I fought you with death and its pains!\nBut the game has been played out and finished,\nYou have found me and bound me in chains.\nYou have made me an asset, a plaything,\nA square yard of land, or a rod;\nYou've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me;\nYou have stolen my secret from God!\nBut in finding me, yours is the forfeit;\nYou have lost the enchantment, allure,\nYours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles;\nYours a loss Time itself cannot cure.\nI have had all the vengeance I wanted,\nI have sported and played with your sons;\nThey are dead at my gates, stark and frozen,\nBut they smile while you chatter in towns,\nYou have found me, you say, and you claim me?\nAye, you've found and destroyed in your lust\nThe last secret Earth held in her bosom.\nI have turned to a handful of dust!\nTHE NORTH POLE!S LURE.\n(By Minna K. Bailey.)\nI called your names and you answered--\nA roll of the lusty and strong;\nI sang my song while you listened,\nAnd you counted a year too long\nBefore you could come and claim me,\nA chattel to have and to hold;\nBut I hid, and I laughed while you hunted\nAnd I stabbed you with daggers of cold.\nI stabbed you an left you there dying,\nYou were starving and beaten and spent,\nBut you died in the Joy of the wooing,\nAnd you never knew what failure meant.\nHow I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter!\nHow I fought you with death and its pains!\nBut the game has been played out and finished,\nYou have found me and bound me in chains.\nYou have made me an asset, a plaything,\nA square yard of land, or a rod;\nYou've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me;\nYou have stolen my secret from God!\nBut in finding me, yours is the forfeit;\nYou have lost the enchantment, allure,\nYours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles;\nYours a loss Time itself cannot cure.\nI have had all the vengeance I wanted,\nI have sported and played with your sons;\nThey are dead at my gates, stark and frozen,\nBut they smile while you chatter in towns,\nYou have found me, you say, and you claim me?\nAye, you've found and destroyed in your lust\nThe last secret Earth held in her bosom.\nI have turned to & handful of dust!\nTHE NORTH POLE!S LURE.\n(By Minna K. Bailey.)\nI called your names and you answered--\nA roll of the lusty and strong:\nI sang my song while you listened,\nAnd you counted a year too long\nBefore you could come and claim me,\nA chattel to have and to hold;\nBut I hid, and I laughed while you hunted\nAnd I stabbed you with daggers of cold.\nI stabbed you an left you there dying,\nYou were starving and beaten and spent,\nBut you died in the doy of the wooing,\nAnd you never knew what failure meant.\nHow I laughed when I heard your teeth chatter!\nHow I fought you with death and its pains!\nBut the game has been played out and finished,\nYou have found me and bound me. in chains.\nYou have made me an asset, a plaything,\nA square yard of land, or a rod;\nYou've degraded and pillaged, enslaved me;\nYou have stolen my secret from God:\nBut in finding me, yours 1s the forfeit;\nYou have lost the enchantment, allure,\nYours the gain of a few rocks and pebbles;\nYours a loss Time itself cannot cure.\nI have had all the vengeance I wanted,\nI have sported and playea with your sons;\nThey are dead at my gates, stark and frozen,\nBut they smile while you chatter in towns,\nYou have found me, you say, and you claim me?\nAye, you've found and destroyed in your lust\nThe last secret Earth held in her bosom.\nI have turned to a handful of dust:\nS.M. Rhone,\nMontgomery, Pa.\nWHEN PEARY FINDS THE POLE\nThis earth's been rolling 'round and 'round, a million years or so,\nHanging out in sun and rain she's a little warped and slow,\nBut she will get a straight' ning up in Uncle Sam's control,\nFor 'twont be long ,my anxious friend, till Peary finds the Pole.\nOh, won't it be a happy day when from the Northern sea\nWe hear the tidings' Peary raised the emblem of the free?\"\nHe'll paint the Pole red ,white and blue, for he's a Yankee soul,\nHe'll plant Old Glory on the top ,when Peary finds the Pole.\nChorus: Won't our hearts swell with pride when on the North Pole\nWe see the old flag fan the breeze?\nThe Aurora will be dim when the red, white and blue\nPeary plants on the Northern seas.\nHe'll put a little oleo upon the gudgeon cold,\nAnd then this earth will spin around ,as in the days of old,\nShe 11 whirl around so very fast the seas will get behind,\nAnd then we'll have another flood ,just like the other kind.\nWe'll have to lie. flat on the ground and hold fast to the grass,\nFor if we don't we'll get behind and tumble off, alas!\nOur clocks will run so very slow that we'll get left'tis plain,\n'Twill be next day before we know ,and we will miss the train.\nChorus.\nWe cannot eat three meals a day they'll be so very near,\nWe'll lunch all day on sandwiches ,then board won't be so dear.\nWe cannot use the almanaes, they'll be SO out of date,\nThere'll be no patent medicines, 11 die as sure as fate.\nAnd worst of all,I prophesy, before ten years roll 'round,\nYou'll find the earth is lopping low, the North end in the ground,\nFor trolley crowds, from every place, upon their outings dear,\nWill cut the Pole and take it home, just for a souvenir.\nChorus.\nALL RIGHTS RESERVED.\nTHE AIM OF THE PRIVATE SCHOOL FOR GIRLS\nTo Combine Mental Training With General Culture, Gentleness and Cheerfulness\nBy MISS MARY LAW MacCLINTOCK, Principal of Mount Ida School, Newton, Mass.\nOne of our favorite themes to-day is the advance that\nonly what is pleasant, soon finds herself behind her class\nscience has made in the past fifty years. We marvel that\nand deficient in at least some branches of her work. She\nsuch progress has been possible; and, as we look at our\ngets more and more at sea and finally the private school,\nmodern conveniences, we wonder at the simple contrivances\nwith small classes and individual work, rescues her. She\nthat our forefathers used. Everybody wonders and every-\nhas become discouraged with books and has decided that\nbody expresses that wonder. Together with our usual, \"It\nnothing to be learned can be attractive. Her desire is,\nis the coldest season I have ever known,\" \"My dog under-\n\"to go away to school where you can have a good time.\"\nstands every word you say to him,\" \"My baby isn't pretty,\nAnd it is then that the school must force itself to do three\nbut a very bright child,\" we must couple \"Wouldn't our\nthings for her:-first, make study attractive by making her\ngrandfathers sit up and stare if they could see this?\"\nstudy; second, show her that her parents are not unreason-\nBut as a close sec-\nable, that everybody\nond to this marvel-\ndemands the same\nous progress in\nof her that they do;\nscience comes the\nand thirdly, send\nimprovement that\nher into the world\nmarks the educa-\na strong woman.\ntional system. What\nWhen such a girl\nwould our grand-\nenters school, she\nmother say of the\nhas tired of study\nboarding schools of\nfor she has never\nto-day? She would\nknown how to\nprobably no more\nstudy; she scorns\nrecognize it as a\nthe idea of ever en-\nlineal descendant of\ntering college, and\nher \"Miss Brown's\nthinks of a student\nSelect School for\nas a \"disagreeable\nYoung Gentle-\ngrind.\" The meth-\nwomen\" than would\nod of the school\nour grandfather see\nmust at once be to\nhis tallow candle\nfind something that\nin the brilliant elec-\nshe is interested in.\ntric lamp. Grand-\nDoes she like to\nmother was taught\nread? Is she at all\nfine needlework,\ninterested in flow-\nthe making of wax\ners? If so, we in\nflowers and hair or-\nthe school must use\nnaments; she read\nthat taste. If she\nMiss Burney and\nwill read, we can\nMiss Radcliffe,\nTHE LAKE AT MARSHALL SEMINARY, OAK LANE, PHILADELPHIA\nfascinate her with\ndied mental and\nbooks of her liking\nm ral science and could write a little essay \"just a slate\nuntil we can gain her confidence, then she will trust us\nlog,\" on any subject; but her granddaughter makes bread\nenough to read some of our liking. If she enjoys flowers,\nby scientific methods, enters the laboratory and performs\nwe can tell her enough of the fortunes that women are\nexperiments, is familiar with general literature and vies\nmaking to-day in floral culture, to make her want to in-\nWho her brother in Latin and mathematics. She is no\nquire into it. The small private school, and I am refer ing\nloner considered, \"undeveloped man but diverse,\" and it\nconstantly to the school with sixty or seventy pupils, can\nis tie great problem of our private schools to combine in\ndelay, can experiment, with such a girl; while a high school\nthe mental training that her age allows, and the cul-\nwould, of necessity, have to disregard her and hurry on\nture the gentleness, the unselfishness that characterized her\nwith the majority. I speak from a large experience when\ngraidmother. The boarding school to be a success, must\nI say that eight girls out of ten sent into our schools with\ndo his. It is the aim, also, of the \"finishing\" school.\nsuch a history become good students and enter college with\nThere is some-\nlasting enthusiasm.\nthin in the methods\nThere is scarcely\nof car primary\na question as to the\nschods to-day that\nrelative worth of the\nencoirages in chil-\ncourses of instruc-\ndren the idea that\ntion in a great num-\nstud is play, that\nber of our private\nschool is a place of\nschools. Examine\namisement, and that\nthe announcements\nlessons in some way\nand see the teachers,\nmus be made easy.\nthe men and women\nTeachers are blamed\nwho havebeer\nif the work is hard\ntrained in the best\nand a child expects\ncolleges and univer-\nto have everything\nsities of our own\nPresented to her in\nand foreign lands.\nz'n attractive, easy\nThe mental training\norm. Otherwise,\nthat the young girls\nshe does not learn\nof America have ac-\nherlessons. The\ncess to in our priv-\norigin of this state\nate schools is not to\nof things I do not\nbe questioned. Rath-\nknow; but that such\ner is it the training\na spirit exists I am\nin character, the pre-\nwell aware. The\nparation for life that\nyoung girl who thus\nTHE PROCESSION TO THE CATHEDRAL ON COMMENCEMENT DAY\nthe daughter is to\nbegins early to do\nAt St. Agnes' School, Albany, N. Y.\nreceivé, that must be\nYE OLD DEESTRICK SKULE\"\nA Plea for More Attention to the Individual Pupil-The Value of Concentration\nBy WALTER LINCOLN COLBY, Associate Principal of the Concord School, Concord, Massachusetts\nEvery now and then we see advertised, as an entertain-\nIn the district school, individuality was recognized far\nment, \"Ye Old Deestrick Skule.\" Usually some local talent\nmore than is possible under the present system. The classes\ngets together; the men dress in colored shirts and patched\nwere always small, seldom averaging more than a dozen\noveralls, and the women wear calico dresses and checked\npupils. The master knew every boy and girl, and all their\ngingham aprons. This is a burlesque, of course, but never-\nindividual peculiarities. He entered into their home life.\ntheless it portrays to the youth of our times the impression\nHe must visit, if he did not \"board round,\" and so he knew\nthat such was the character of the schools of the past.\nthe home surroundings of each pupil. Much more could\nThis article is not, necessarily, a defense of the district\nbe accomplished to-day if this were possible. Fortunately\nschool system, but rather to show that, after all, there is not\nfor the future, the kindergarten is supplying this need.\nSO much difference between the methods of the past and of\nWhatever may be the general opinion concerning kinder-\nthe present. As a matter of fact, although not generally\ngarten methods, no one can dispute the fact that every good\nrecognized, the district school was really graded. There was\ntrait in a child is carefully studied and developed in this de-\nthe first class in arithmetic, the second class in arithmetic,\npartment. In the district school little tots were taught their\nthe third class in aritmetic, and sometimes a class called the\nalphabet, and then left to amuse themselves, or more often\nprimary. There was the first, second and third class in geog-\nwere forced to sit absolutely quiet with nothing to do but to\nraphy, the same in reading, and so on through the entire\nfold their hands. We have actually seen such little ones\ncurriculum. There was always a chance for promotion, for\nwho fell asleep for the want of something to do rudely\nit was not necessary that the studious and energetic should\nawakened by pouring cold water down the back of their\nawait the progress of the laggards. Unfortunately, the pres-\nnecks. Such barbarous treatment is in strange contrast to\nent school appropriations are so limited in proportion to the\nthe methods used to interest and arouse the activity of a\nneed, that this is not always permissible, especially when an\nchild's mind to-day and it is in the kindergarten, more than\nupper grade into which a pupil might otherwise be promoted,\nin the advanced grades, that we feel there is a marked im-\nis crowded.\nprovement. In the past, when the child was too young to\nIn the district school of forty or more years ago the\nstudy by himself, his leisure must be spent in idleness;\nteacher had about the same number of pupils as the average\nnow we encourage industry in the little ones, teaching them\ngrammar school teacher to-day; only there was a wide range\nto use their fingers before the mind has reached its power\nof ages, and, consequently, a great difference in the pupils'\nto acquire knowledge from books.\nunderstanding. A strong feature in favor of the district\nWe would not plead for a return to the district school\nschool which does not exist in the graded schools now, was\nsystem, but we would urge those in authority to think care-\nthe acquisition of the power of concentration, which was the\nfully in deciding upon methods of education for the boys\nnatural outcome of the habit of studying in a room while\nand girls under their supervision. We plead for more at-\nrecitations were going on. It was quite an art to be able to\ntention to the individual. We would suggest an increased\nstudy a spelling lesson while some interesting teacher was\nteaching force for every grammar school, SO that classes\nshowing the older pupils how the people in Asia stood with\nmay be reduced in size, even though it means a few less\ntheir heads downward while we on the opposite side of the\nfurnishings and buildings not quite SO elegant. Parents and\nglobe were right side up, which he illustrated with magnet-\ntaxpayers have a right to demand that their boys and grls\nized figures which adhered to any part of the school globe.\nshall receive personal supervision and shall be taught in\nMany men to-day, brought up in the graded schools, would\nproportion to their need of knowledge. It is not at all n-\nbe glad if they had had a similar training. No matter how\ncertain in our minds that we would not be advancing then-\ninteresting or disturbing the exercises (for sometimes the\nterests of the pupils if we were to lessen the varietyo\nferule was used openly in the schoolroom) a pupil must\nstudies, and return, figuratively speaking, to the three\nstudy his lessons, for his class might be the next one called.\nIt is a fact to which every business man can testify tha he\nThere were no \"home lessons.\" Every pupil learned all he\naverage boy or girl graduating from the grammar sool\nknew inside the walls of the little schoolhouse. We owe\nto-day, who seeks employment, can neither spell\nmuch to the power of concentration which has done great\nnor write a legible hand. Have we a anced SO uch\nthings for our country and to the fact that many of our\nwhen we fill a child's mind with much learning,\nave\ngreat men received their early education in a district school.\nthem without the fundamental knowledge which wilrove\nWhile there were in those schools advantages and disad-\nof practical value to them in maintaining themselve In\nvantages as compared with the present graded schools, let\nmany instances the high school, private institutions a:col-\nus be careful how we criticize them. In many ways we\nleges have a redeeming effect in this direction, but the\ncould pattern after them now to advantage. In other ways,\npupil who can only continue his studies through the:am-\nwe have improved, especially in the scope of subjects studied.\nmar school period much more remains to be done\nCOLUMBUS AND THE NEW WORLD\nTranslations from the Spanish of Gertrudis de Avalleneda\nBy MINNIE FERRIS HAUENSTEIN\nEmbarkation\nA Virgin Hemisphere\n\"Twas splendid Faith that bade thy trusty barque\nStill Hope sang constant in his listening ear\nCut deep the channels of an unknown sea,\nOn wafted winds from the near murmuring shoal,\nWhere voyager before left naught to thee\nAnd great Columbus, splendid in control\nOf chart or compass the wide way to mark;\nSaw each day's long declining without fear;\nOut-stretched the Ocean lay-shrouded and dark;\nSublime his patience and in vision-clear\nBehind, the laughing, vine-clad hills of Spain,\nHe saw a new World-as God's hand to be\nThy heart was dauntless towards the billowing main,\nFree from the stain of ancient infamy,\nThe hot sirocco and the waiting shark.\nUnsullied, pure-a virgin Hemisphere.\nOn board the caravels days wear to weeks,\nAt last the herald sun arose one day\nMonths move like sullen laggards under chains,\nWhen faith found rich fruition; towering trees\nWhile every heart despairingly complains\nFlaunted their fair green pennons 'gainst the\nAgainst the calm Commander :-what he seeks\nThe ardent mariners on bended knees\nThey sigh, is some enchanted, fatuous goal-\nKissed the white sands in very ecstasy:\nA wearying dream-the Epic of his soul.\nThen gleamed a Cross upon a new-found way.\n(YALE, 5; PRINCET\nQuick, cancel now the copyri\nTake from the music rack\nThat song of wise guys love\n\"They Never Can Come I\nNapoleon notwithstanding,\nWho failed and got the sa\nLet Samson's finish teach 1\nSometimes they do come 1\nWhy, even Jonah left at la\nHis submarine fish smack,\nAnd terror taught to Ninev\nSometimes they do come\nAnd Cook and Peary, save t\nFrom out the ice seas WI\nHave taught the word-war\nSometimes they do come\nThey write that Teddy's dow\nEach panic spurred. paid\nTheir repetition proves they\nSometimes they do come\nWriters and rhymers, used -\nThe statement won't attac\nEach knows it to his sorrow\nSometimes they do come\nCOMMANDER PEARY.\nThe Tiger, purring to his I\nWith waving tail, arched\nAdmits, a sadder, wiser bru\nSometimes they do come\nthe Newtown (Pa.) Enterprise.)\nStudents of form and wiseac\nore the modern hero goes\nAt Yale all had their erac\nof fame across the snows.\nWise brothers all, we spoke\nSometimes they do come\nof an Arctic night\nrless courage cannot blight.\nsilence of days and nights\ngrandeur of borean lights,\nome and loved ones far away,\nrful fate if he go astray.\ndering o'er the trackless waste,\nnorthern light by shadows\nased--\nis purpose to gain the goal,\necked by fate, beneath the pole.\na man were given the gift\nwith courage a prize to lift,\na deserves to reach his aim\nTHE STRICKEN MOUNTAINEER\nBY HAMLIN GARLAND\nO\nNCE he was king of forest men.\nTo him a snow-capped mountain-range\nWas but a line, a place of mark,\nA view-point on the trail. Then\nHe had no fear of dark,\nNor of wind's change.\nNow an up-rolled rug along the floor\nAppals his feet. His withered arm\nShakes at the menace of a door,\nAnd every wind-waft does him harm.\nGod, it is a piteous sight to see\nThis ranger of the hills confined\nTo the poor compass of his room\nLike a chained eagle on a tree,\nLax-winged and gray and blind!\nOnly in dream he sees the bloom\nOn far hills where the red deer run;\nOnly in dream he guides the swift canoe,\nOr stalks the crafty cat with dog and polished gun.\nThe mightiest cañon of the earth\nHe conquered; cleft it to the heart:\nNow here beside his tiny hearth\nHe sits benumbed, taking no part\nIn all the splendid explorations of the west.\nWith deep-eyes pleading like a dying deer\nHe asks release from pain-and rest.\nIn him behold the story of our best-\nThe chronicle of riflemen behind the plow.\nHis the life of those who knew\nNo barrier but the sunset in their quest.\nOn his bent head and grizzled hair\nIs set the sign of those who show\nNew cunning to the wolf, who chase\nThe mother panther to her lair\nAnd strike the lion from the mountain's face.\nAnd when he dies, as soon he must,\nA magic word goes with him to the grave.\nHe was a pioneer. Above his dust\nSet these plain words: \"He was a brave.\nHe faced the winter's winds unscared.\nHe met stern nature stark alone.\n928\nCopyright, 1906, by Karl E. Moon & Co.\nKI-E-TE-DAY, A LAGUNA MAIDEN\nFrom the Pueblo of Laguna, New Mexico. She is wearing a Navajo blanket and Navajo silver ornaments.\n930\nTHE CENTURY MAGAZINE\nOur velvet way his steel prepared.\nHe died without a curse or moan.\"\nThen bury him not here in city soil,\nWhere the cars grind and factories spill\nTheir acrid smoke on those who toil.\nBear him away to some high hill\nThat overlooks the mighty stream\nWhose thousand miles of pathway 'mid the corn\nBlazons his prowess. There let him dream,\nAnd wait God's resurrection morn.\nTHE SHUTTLE\nBY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT\nAuthor of That Lass o' Lowrie's,\" The Dawn of a To-morrow,\" etc.\nXLI\namine and protect and lay restrictions;\nbut every one will manage to keep at a\nSHE WOULD DO SOMETHING\ndiscreet distance, and the thing will run\nS\nIR NIGEL'S face was not a good\nriot and do its worst. As far as one can\nthing to see when he appeared at the\nsee, there seems no reason why the whole\ndinner table in the evening. Until the\nplace should not be swept away. No\nsoup had been removed he scarcely spoke,\ndoubt Mount Dunstan has wisely taken\nmerely making curt replies to any casual\nto his heels already.\"\nremark.\n\"I think that, on the contrary, there\n\"Mount Dunstan is in a deucedly un-\nwould be much doubt of that,\" Betty\npleasant position,\" he condescended at\nsaid. \"He would stay and do what he\nlast. \"I should not care to stand in his\ncould.\"\nshoes.\"\nSir Nigel shrugged his shoulders.\nHe had not returned to the Court until\n\"Would he? I think you 'll find he\nlate in the afternoon, but having heard\nwould not.\"\nin the village the rumor of the outbreak\n\"Mrs. Brent tells me,\" Rosalie broke\nof fever, he had made inquiries and gath-\nin somewhat hurriedly, \"that the huts\nered detail.\nfor the hoppers are in the worst possible\n\"You are thinking of the outbreak of\ncondition. They are so dilapidated that\ntyphoid among the hop-pickers,\" said\nthe rain pours into them. There is no\nLady Anstruthers. \"Mrs. Brent thinks\nproper shelter for the people who are ill,\nit threatens to be very serious.\"\nand Lord Mount Dunstan cannot afford to\n\"An epidemic without a doubt,\" he an-\ntake care of them.\"\nswered. \"In a wretched unsanitary place\n\"But he will-he will,\" broke forth\nlike Dunstan village the wretches will\nBetty. Her head lifted itself, and she\ndie like flies.\"\nspoke almost as if through her small shut\n\"What will be done?\" inquired Betty.\nteeth. A wave of intense belief, high,\nHe gave her one of his unpleasant\nproud, and obstinate, swept through her.\npersonal glances and laughed derisively.\nIt was a feeling so strong and vibrant\n\"Done? The county authorities who\nthat she felt as if Mount Dunstan him-\ncall themselves 'Guardians' will be fright-\nself must be reached and upborne by it,\nened to death, and will potter about and\nas if he himself must hear her.\nfuss like old women, and profess to ex-\nRosalie looked at her half startled, and\nH s POTTER\n'06\nAN INVITATION.\n(L. Case Russell. in New York Times\n2\nYou are cordially invited-not a single soul is\nslighted-\nTo my place up in the Arctic where the icy\nbreezes blow;\nYou may come and bring your kinfolk, all\nyour fat and stout and thin folk,\nAnd forget that torrid weather ever baked\nyou here below.\nI've a bungalow so chilly you'll admit it's\nreally silly\nHere to roast and broil and sizzle when\nthere's room for you up there;\nBuilt of blocks of ice, cemented by the glit-\nt'ring snow-demented\nAre the foolish ones who tarry in this super-\nheated air.\nIts attract ons are quite varied, as you'll find\nwhen once you've tarried.\nThere's a quaint Italian garden with its\nfauns and nymphs in ice;\nHere my Eskimos-no fooling-serve you polar\ncurrents cooling,\nPancake ice will be your breakfast and it's\nalways cold and nice.\nThere is skating, boating, coasting-pray be-\nlieve I am not boasting-\nAnd on Saturdays a Snow Ball where they\ndance the Polar Bear,\nIf your interest is excited, don't forget that\nyou're invited,\nJust present this invitation at the door-I'll\nmeet you there.\nN H, Woman's Club See Their\nHopes Realized.\nDOVER, N H, July 16-The effort of\nhe newly-formed civic department of\nhe Dover Woman's Club to do some-\nhing for the benefit of the young chil-\nren of the city was realized today in\nne opening of a Summer playground\n1 the Washington-st School yard.\nThe opening, at 9 o'clock, was attend-\nd by a large number of children. The\nxercises consisted of a flag salute and\nhe singing of \"America.\" There fol-\nowed singing, games and story-telling\nnder the direction of Miss Jennie S.\nmith, teacher of the Peirce School.\nThe members of the civic committee\nresent were: Mrs Georgietta Trickey,\nhairman; Mrs Frank Snow, Mrs\nCharles C. Dorr, Mrs Robinson, Mrs\nCharles A. Davis and Mrs John Scales.\nMiss Annie K. Seavey, president of the\nVoman's Club, and Mrs Winkley, mem-\ner of the executive board, were also\nresent.\nThe committee will have play-periods\nTuesday and Thursday mornings\nhroughout the Summer, and it is\nplanned to have afternoon periods, so\nthat mothers can bring their young\nhildren to the playground. Miss Beth\nRollins will teach the children march-\nng songs and folk-dances. Mrs Wil-\ninm Whiteler will aggist\nSun Mari21\nTO THE BRAVEST.\n[\"What were your duties as naval aid?\"\nCommander Key hesitated, reddened and\nanswered: \"They were largely social. I\nappeared in uniform at all social functions.\"\n-News Item.]\nHave you ever looked and wondered at\nthose uniforms of gold,\nAt the bullion and the gilt,\nAnd the gem-encrusted hilt,\nAt the tassels and aigrettes\nAnd the fringe and epaulettes?\nAnd have you ever wondered at the func-\ntion they perform?\n\"At all the social functions I appeared in\nuniform!\"\nBefore you is a ballroom that is crowded\nwith the fair.\nGlances shoot at every heart,\nAimed with most unerring art;\nAll the men are chilled with fright,\nTry to steal away from sight.\nBut the ladies quake and tremble as appears\na martial form--\n\"At all the social functions I appeared in\nuniform!\"\nWe see a state reception to the foreign\nattachés,\nHere is one with feathered crest,\nHere is one with medalled breast,\nHere's another: gold and green-\nBravest warriors ever seen.\nTo this foreign fighting standard have we\nnothing to conform?\n\"At all the social functions I appeared in\nuniform!\"\nIf you think that it's a pudding you'd be\nwise to think again;\nThink of social pits and snares,\nEtiquette and splitting hairs,\nDowagers who wish to dance,\nMammas with a haughty glance.\n\"Who was it,\" History remarked, \"that\nstood the fiercest storm?\nIt was Key, the great Commander, who\nappeared in uniform!\"\nBANK OF NEW YORK,\nNew York, March 20. 1003.\nThe Board of Directors has this day declared a\ndividend of ONE AND ONE-HALF PER CENT.,\nfree of tax, out of the earnings of the past three\nmonths. payable on and after April 1st, 1908, to\nstockholders of record at the close of business\nMarch 27th. 1908.1\nALBION K. CHAPMAN, Cashier.\nTHE NATIONAL PARK BANK\nof New York.\nMarch 20, 1908.\nThe Board of Directors have to-day declared a\nquarterly dividend of FOUR PER CENT. (4%),\nand after April 1st, 1908, to stockholders of record\nupon the Capital Stock of this Bank, payable on\nat the close of business March 20, 1908.\nMAURICE H. EWER, Cashier.\nTHE FOURTH NATIONAL BANK OF THE\nCITY OF NEW YORK.\nNew York, March 17. 1903.\nThe Board of Directors has this day declared a\nquarterly dividend of TWO PER CENT., payable on\nand after April 1st. proximo.\nThe transfer books will close at 3 P. M. this date.\nreopening April 1st, 1908.\nCHARLES H. PATTERSON, Cashier.\nTHE MECHANICS' NATIONAL BANK.\n33 Wall Street.\nNew York, March 19th, 1908.\nA quarterly dividend of THREE PER CENT.\nhas been declared, payable on and after April\n1st, 1908, to stockholders of record at the close\nof business March 21st.\nFRANK O. ROE. Cashier.\nSURROGATES' NOTICES.\nGOELTZ. FRANCIS A.-In pursuance of an order\nof Hon. Abner C. Thomas, a Surrogate of the County\nof New York, notice is hereby given to all persons\nhaving claims against Francis A. Goeltz, late of\nthe County of New York. deceased, to present the\nsame with vouchers thereof to the subscribers at\ntheir place of transacting business at the office\nof George H. Hyde, Esq., their attorney, at No. 51\nChambers street, Borough of Manhattan, in the\nCity of New York, on or before the 23th day of\nMay next. Dated New York, the 20th day of No.\nvember, 1907. Henry Goeltz, Frederick Veser and\nFrancis A. Goeltz, Jr., Executors. Geo. H. Hyde,\nAttorney for Executors, 51 Chambers St., Man-\nhattan. New York City.\nWashington Market.\nFrom W. B. Hibbs & Co., Members New York Stock\nExchange, 1419 F Street, Washington, D. C.\nBid. Asked.I\nBid. Asked.\nAm Graph\n35\nMitchell Min'g\n1/2\n%\nAm Graph Df. 50\n75\nN&W Steambt.265 300\nBell Telo fPa 87½ 95\nWR&ECo...\n221,5\n2432\nCapital Trac 117½ 120\nWR&Epf\n6914\n701/8\nGreene-Can'ca 81/8 8½\nWR&ES...\n76%\n77\nLanston Mon.. 8% 9½\nWash G8SHIIU 60\n02\nMergenthaler..19214 196\n9 nded \"O To for 3923 wad see MADISON some oursel's Peary power as ithers the giftie see us.'\nus\nENRY ROMEIKE, Inc.\n110-112 West 26th St. N. Y. City.\nCABLE ADDRESS,\nNEW YORK\nMEIKE\" NEW YORK\nThe First Established and Most Complete\nNewspaper Cutting Bureau in the World\nLIFE\ndress\nNew York City\nDEC 1910\nRhymed Reviews\nThe North Pole\n(By Robert E. Peary. Frederick A.\n38\nStokes Company)\nI knew we'd cop that Polar belt !\nMy ship was bound to push straight\nforward\nBecause I'd named her \"Roosevelt,\"\nShe bit the icebergs, smashing nor'-\nward\nTo camp, near Markham Inlet; there,\nAmong the packs that crash and\nsplinter\nWe dined on musk-ox, deer and bear\nAnd whiled away the sunless winter.\nAs welcome spring approached, T chose\nTo man a sledging expedition\nThe pick of all the Eskimos\nWho lived to aid my one ambition;\nFor I had saved their starving tribe\nAnd nursed their sprains and frozen\nnoses;\nIn sober truth, I might describe\nMyself as quite an Eski-Moses.\nWe fared across the glacial seas,\nTheir rugged floes and pressure\nridges\nAnd leads of open water-these\nWe often passed on ice-cake bridges.\nNear eighty-eight north latitude\nBrave Captain Bartlett, bluff and\nhearty\n(Who earned my fervent gratitude),\nLed back my last supporting party.\nWith five companions, strong of soul,\nTo share my toil and extra glory,\nOn April sixth I found the Pole\nAnd hurried back to write my story;\nWhich makes, I trust, a pleasing book,\nBut they that yearn for dissertations\nUpon the wiles of Doctor Cook\n& Must wait for other men's narrations.\nMy medals fill a trunk. My name\nUpon her scroll shall Clio's pen mark\nThat babes unborn may read; my\nfame\nHas even spread to Darkest Den-\nmark.\nThe Polar wreath alone I wear,\nFor I'm the Polar Star, my dearie;\nIn brief, the only Polar bear\nIs yours politely, Cap'n Peary.\n-Arthur Guiterman.\nIs not the right rady to\nIn the first place, she's just like a leaky\nold boat.\nThis reason sounds queer, without\ndoubt;\nBut unless they are nautical, few hus-\nbands dote\nOn constantly bailing wives out.\nThen, again, when a fellow hooks up\nto a girl,\nHe wants to abjure. single life;\nBut how the-how can he, when poli-\ntics' whirl,\nIs preferred to himself by his wife?\nSpeculation, however, can't help us a\nlot-\nIts use is decidedly small.\nThe real point is not why a fellow\nshould not,\nBut why on earth should he at all?\nThis reduces the question to one of\ndegree;\nFor the every-day partner of joys\nAnd of sorrows seems different only,\nto me,\nBy the fact that she may make less\nnoise.\nThe one single person who has cause\nfor glee,\nIs the parson; because he is paid\nIn good coin of the realm, a large ele-\ngant fee,\nAnd does not, though he does, wed\nthe maid.\nHowever, to be absolutely exact,\nIt is simply superfluous buzz\nTo give reasons against it at all, when\nin fact,\nWe all know that a man never does.\nN. Salsbury.\nhite\nSCOTCH\nFINE\nNOGNOT\nAmerican\npeople know a\ngood article. It\nis an established\nreputation that has\nmade the Black & White\nh Whisky the largest\ny brand in America.\nTELEPHONE Intended for 1118-18TH Peary ST. the giftie gi'e\n\"O wad some power us\nTo see oursel' as ithers see us.\"\nHENRY ROMEIKE, Inc.\nM\n33 UNION SQUARE, BROADWAY\nCABLE ADDRESS,\n\"ROMEIKE,\" NEW YORK\nNEW YORK\nThe First Established and Most Complete\nNewspaper Cutting Bureau in the World.\nFrom Sumsey MAGAZINE\nAddress\nNew York City\nMAY\n1904\nDate\nWHEN PEARY FINDS THE POLE.\nWHEN Peary with his sledges\nShall reach the magic spot\nWhich men have sought for ages long-\nBut yet have found it not;\nWhere mercury is frozen\n84\nAnd icebergs pitch and roll-\nOh, wondrous things will happen\nWhen Peary finds the Pole!\nSome enterprising Yankee\nWill gobble up the land,\nAnd in his bold advertisements\nPole City\" will sound grand;\nHe'll build a summer hostelry\nAnd lay golf link and hole-\nOh, this is sure to happen\nWhen Peary finds the Pole!\nThen Vanderbilt or Morgan\nWill start a steamboat line\nUp toward the arctic circle-\n\"Twill be a golden mine-\nFor all the hosts of swelldom\nMust seek the new health goal,\nWhere no disease-germ braves the frost-\nWhen Peary finds the Pole.\nNewport will lose her standing,\nBar Harbor sink apace,\nAnd staid Atlantic City\nBe nowhere in the race;\nFor fashion will desert them\nFor realms where icebergs roll,\nAnd travel's tide will northward turn,\nWhen Peary finds the Pole!\nCharles Henry Chesley.\nvauran\nthem. Dy IIVI Curtice, still not comprehending\nfully what had happened, gave her a\nbrief word of thanks.\n\"Thanks!\" she flashed. ' And what do\nI want of your thanks? You've done\nyour best, but you were fools to think of\nfighting me! Go, I tell you! There's the\ncaptain's ship, and here comes his engi-\nneer-the crew has deserted, but you\nought to be able to manage to get to\nCuraçoa, where you will find the honor-\nable father of your future wife. And\nwhen you find him, señorita,\" she con-\ntinued in a softer tone, \"tell him we\nshall be obliged for the return of our\nnavy, when he is quite done with it. Go,\nwill you? Go, before I repent!\"\nShe followed them to the water's edge,\nstorming each into silence when they\nwould have given her words of thanks.\nMr. Hentz was waiting there with the\ndingey; he greeted them as those risen\nfrom the dead. With some difficulty they\nall crowded into the little boat and\ngained the Miranda J.\nAs for milady, she watched them safe\naboard, and then turned and went about\nher businesses-sobbing, I think.\nEND.\nWARY OF POLAR BRIZE-WINNERS.\nWas it Dr. Cook or Peary? Is it Amundsen or Scott?\nThe people are bewildered, as they well may be, God wot;\nFirst the cable says the Briton in the sprinting to the pole,\nWon the honors for his nation, put his rival in a hole.\nNow another message follows which reverses former news,\nAnd the people, sorely puzzled, are reluctant which\nto choose.\nIs that most unseemly wrangle which the Arctic race begot,\nTo be again experienced in the case of Captain Scott?\nIs he the real hero, as was Peary in the north,\nAnd is Amundsen another papeocrystic lump of froth?\nThe record of the latter belies such meanly traits,\nBut the public, undecided, and, remembering, hesitates.\nNot till Scott himself shall answer and ifficially declare\nHis triumph or his failure can either sailor share,\nIn the honors of discovery that await the pioneers\nWho, braving all privations, explore uncharted spheres.\nTo the hardy Scandinavian or the British naval man,\nWhichever's in the van, we'll give the well-earned glory,\nThat plucky deeds invite and by our hearty plaudits sus-\npicion put to flight.\nBut, warned by previous clashing, made wary by the past,\nWe halt at this emergence and hold emotions fast;\nWe think of Cook and Peary, that mental strain review\nAnd, duped by former faking, would later pits eschew.\nSo here we stand expectant, our gaze Antarctic sot,\nReady to cheer for Amundsen, eager to shout for Scott.\nJhash Polar them keep Improvements exploing, Mar\n13/12\nSearching for the pole,\nWhile the winds are roaring\n'Round the icy goal.\nNorthward let them travel;\nSouthward let them fly.\nMysteries to unravel\nBid them bravely try.\nLet their angry passions\nRise for all they're worth,\nIn their various fashions.\nBoth ends of the earth\nWill be altered finely\nBy the hot display,\nAs the ice supinely\nMelts and drifts away.\nSCHOOLBOY'S POEM PLEASE\nPEARY PLEASED BY\nBook\nExplorer Acknowledges Appre\n\"The Conqueror of the Frozel\nCommander Peary has acknow\nSCHOOLBOY'S POEM\nappreciation of the poem enti\nqueror of the Frozen North,\"\nPhila Public dedger\npublished in the magazine of\nCharter School, Philadelphia.\nwas written by a student who\nPenn Charter Student Receives\nself \"W. L. I.-O. P. C., '07'' an\nfollows:\nGraceful Acknowledgment\nDec. 23'1\nCONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN\nwas. From Explorer. 20/10\nConqueror of the frozen North! To t\nBe honor, glory, praise, and, last,\nSmall tribute to thy struggle, cruel\nAcross the barriers of an icy sea.\nThe October number of the Penn Char-\nLong years of toil, long years of cons\nter Magazine published a poem entitled\nThy mind its purpose held, and eve\n'Conqueror of the Frozen North,\" dedi-\nAnd faithful to thy self-set ta\nwrong\ncated to Commander Peary. It was writ-\nThou comest-thy laurels earned-tri\nten by a student, who signs himself \"W.\nSome there may be who ask what thou\nL. I.-O. P. C., '07.'' A copy of the poem\nWhat purpose serves the winning of t\nwas sent to Commander Peary, who ac-\nWho always scorned thy valiant fari\nTo those our answer is that thou has\nknowledged its receipt in the following\nAchieved that which thy ever dauntl\nHad prayed to gain. Hall! Conq\nletter:\nDepartment of Justice,\nNorth!\nWashington, D. C., Dec. 16, 1910.\nEditor G. Gordon Urguhart.\nThe Penn Charter Magazine,\nS South 12th st., Philadelphia, Pa.\nMy Dear Sir: I hope you will pardon me\nfor my delay in acknowledging your\ncourtesy in sending me a copy of your Penn\nCharter Magazine for October. 1910.\nI have been so crowded with work since\nmy arrival in Washington that I have been\nunable to give proper attention to my cor-\nrespondence. Permit me now to express my sincere ap-\npreciation of your friendly expressions, and\nfor your courtesy in sending me a copy of\nyour very attractive appearing magazine.\nI will also ask you to convey to \"W. L.\nI.\" my indebtedness to him for his stirring\nlines. I am taking the liberty of sending you,\nunder separate cover. an autograph like-\nness, which I will ask you to accept with\nmy compliments.\nKindly remember me to your associates\nand colleagues of the Penn Charter School\nand believe me always, very sincerely.\nPEARY.\nThe poem follows:\nCONQUEROR OF THE FROZEN NORTH.\nConqueror of the frozen North! To thee\nBe honor, glory, praise, and last, our\nSmall song, tribute to thy struggle, cruel and\nlong,\nAcross the barriers of an icy sea.\nLong years of toil, long years of constancy\nThy mind its purpose held, and ever strong\nAnd faithful to thy self-set task, through\nThou wrong comest-thy laurels earned—tri-\numphantly.\nSome there may be who ask what thou hast\ndone-\nWhat purpose serves the winning of thy\nW ho always gcal- scorned thy valiant faring forth.\nTo those our answer is that thou hast won--\nAchieved that which thy ever dauntless\nHad praved soul to gain. Hail! Conqueror of the\nKE CHILDREN'S FIGHT TO\nTUESDAY MORNING, D\nWinthrop Couple Seek to Compel Neigh-\nbors to Stop Sons Calling Names\nFor the first time in the history of Mas-\nachusetts courts an injunction is being\nought as a sort of gag to prevent the\nhildren of one family from calling the\nhild of a neighbor names and also to\nrevent interference along similar lines.\nThe injunction proceedings were brought\nefore Judge Hitchcock in the equity\nession of the Superior Court today. Wil-\nam and Mary J. Thompson of Winthrop,\nho are the parents of Lester Thompson,\nSCENE OF NE\nVERSES MARKED DOWN\nT\nHE season's Town sale Topics is over, and Jan. by various 26 devices 111\nI have lowered my stock of poems at the usual fancy prices.\nMy Christmas sonnets netted something really satisfying,\nWhile a lot of New Year couplets sent my cash account sky-highing.\nMy latest goods were gobbled by the keenest of the buyers,\nThose editors whose intellects are sharpened up like briars;\nThe older stock went slower but by skillful advertising\nI caught the market neatly while the Christmas tide was rising.\nNow the holidays are going and I find as trade disperses,\nThat I have upon my counter several first rate unsold verses;\nSo I'm offering some bargains for those shoppers still in town\nWho would like to buy a lyric or some rare blank verse marked\ndown.\nI've an able \"Ode to Peary,\" done with icy illustrations,\nAnd an \" Epitaph on Teddy\" framed in inky decorations;\nThen my \"Aeronautic Ballad,\" which I'm placarding \"One dime,\"\nIs the airiest creation that was ever put in rhyme.\nI've a good \"Tri-borough Epic\" and a \"Rapid Transit Sonnet,\"\nAnd a gem that I've entitled Mother's Rats Are in Her Bonnet\";\nThen I have a dozen others-masterpieces-that I'll lump\nEre Spring poems flood the market and the Winter prices slump.\nThe Poetaster.\nJewell, NO. 54 Last Seventy\nJanuary 28.-Miss Louise Wickham, a reception; No. 338 Lexington\nvenue.\nJanuary 28.-The Vassar Alumni of New York, a luncheon; The Plaza.\nJanuary 30.-Mrs. Charles Dewar Simons, Jr., Mrs. John Anderson\nMorton, a reception; The Buckingham Hotel.\nJanuary 30.-Last Meeting Monday afternoon Bridge Club; No. 988\nFifth avenue.\nJanuary 31.-Mrs. Henry Meyer Johnson, a bridge party; No. 103 East\nFifty-seventh street.\nJanuary 31.-Mrs. Alfred Post Hinton, a dinner and theatre party; No.\n45 West Fifty-fifth street.\nJanuary 31.-Mrs. Wilson Powell, a dinner; No. 130 East Seventieth\nstreet.\nJanuary 31.-Mr. and Mrs. Stuart Duncan, a dinner; No. 3 Fast\nSeventy-fifth street.\nFebruary 1.-Miss Grace Bigelow, a dinner; No. 21 Gramercy Park.\nFebruary 1.-Mrs. Karl Newhoff, a bridge party; No. 238 Madison av.\nFebruary 7.-Mrs. Thomas H. Barber, a dinner for Governor and Mrs.\nDix; No. 45 East Sixty-eighth street.\nFebruary 7.-Mrs. W. Seward Webb, a dinner for Miss Laura Webb;\nNo. 680 Fifth avenue.\nFebruary 8, 9.-Annual Entertainment of the Junior League; The Plaza.\nFebruary 10.-Mrs. Dallas Bache Pratt, a dinner; No. 24 West Forty-\neighth street.\nFebruary 11.-Mrs. Samuel Untermyer, a reception for Count Albert\nApponyi; No. 675 Fifth avenue.\nFebruary 14.-Annual fête for the benefit of the New York Association\nfor the Blind; Hotel Astor.\nFebruary 14.-Miss Catherine Hamersley, a dinner for Miss Francis\nDickey; No. 1030 Fifth avenue.\nFebruary 15.-Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish, a luncheon for Count Albert Ap-\nponyi; No. 25 East Seventy-eighth street.\nFor the ENTERPRISE.\nLIEUTENANT PEARY.\nOnce more the modern hero goes\nIn quest of fame across the snows.\nThe terrors of an Arctic night\nHis fearless courage cannot blight.\n'Mid awful silence of days and nights\nThe solemn grandeur of borean lights,\nFrom home and loved ones far away,\nAnd fearful fate if he go astray.\nAs wandering o'er the trackless waste,\nThe dim Northern light by shadows chased,-\nHigh his purpose to gain the goal,\nNor wrecked by fate, beneath the pole.\nIf ever a man were given the gift\nTo strive with courage a prize to lift,\nThis one deserves to reach his aim,\nReturning, crowned with endless fame.\nNew York, Sept 9, 1903.\nCROSSMAN LYONS.\nAN INCUDENT n.n.\nn.y.c.Line\naug.10/11.\nLIFE\n225\nSouth Pole Ahoy!\nDiscovered by Two Representatives of Life\nTremendous Excitement in All Parts of the World\nTHE modern most stupendous discovery of\ntimes has just taken place\nquietly and without any warning.\nThe South Pole has been genuinely\ndiscovered. The proofs of this have\nbeen brought back by two of the most\nintrepid explorers of modern times.\nThis story is being paid for at the\nrate of ten dollars a word, and the\nmoney deposited. Our grand lecture\ntour will be announced later.\nCommander Peary, when notified,\nsmiled derisively.\nVillains! he exclaimed.\nDr. Cook, as is his wont, was much\nmore polite.\n\"I am very glad that répresentatives\nof LIFE have had the honor of discov-\nering the South Pole,\" he said, and\nthat their story is accompanied with in-\ndubitable proofs. I had intended start-\ning for the South Pole myself this\nSummer, but have been delayed owing to\nmy vaudeville programme. Now it will\nnot be necessary.\"\nOur two representatives refuse to\ngive their names.\n\" So much obloquy has attached to\nthe act of discovery of late years,\" said\n\" A FAREWELL LOOK AT NEW YORK\"\none of them yesterday, \" that we prefer\nlooking for some means of leaving town\nnot to be known. We are willing that\nwithout scandal. Mr. Curtis kindly con-\nour fame should rest on the actual proof\nsented to lend us his machine for this\nof our journey as furnished by the\npurpose. We thanked him and em-\nphotographs.\"\nbarked.\"\nWill you tell us how you conceived\nWithout any warning or previous\nthe idea?\"\nthought of where you were going?\"\n\" Certainly. It was quite simple. One\n\" Say not so,\" interrupted the other\nday we were strolling along the board-\nintrepid explorer. You see, we are\nwalk at Atlantic City, when suddenly\nboth natives of Brooklyn, and since our\nwe saw Mr. Curtis come sailing by in\nearliest years we have been consumed\nhis biplane. Naturally, having just\nby a passion to get as far away from\nspent all of our money buying Japanese\nhome as possible. The idea of some-\n\" WE SLEPT IN OUR GUM-DROP\nscreens in an auction room, we were\nday going to the South Pole has pos-\n226\nLIFE\nsessed us both like a consuming flame.\nWe therefore welcomed this opportunity,\nalthough, of course, we said nothing to\nMr. Curtis about it. But let my com-\npanion continue.\"\n\"You took nothing with you?\"\nThe other intrepid explorer smiled as\nhe went on.\nMEASURING THE POLE\non South, over Mexico, over South\nAs soon, therefore, as we got within\nAmerica, over the Straits of Magellan,\nsight of the Pole, I began to take photo-\nFIRST PHOTOGRAPH. THE REVOLVING POLE\nuntil-\ngraphs. I wanted to have the evidence\n\" Great Jack Frost!\" we exclaimed.\ncomplete. We have also measured it,\n\"Nothing but our straw hats and a\n\" Weren't you cold?\"\nto make sure.\"\npatent gum-drop, which we could ex-\n\" We didn't have time to be, we went\nHe handed us the first photograph of\npand at any moment. Once in the bi-\nSO fast. Besides, we were SO filled with\nthe Pole itself.\nplane, we started off for a farewell look\npatriotism and the thought of our coun-\n\"Observe,\" he said, \"that even as we\nat New York. Then we sped straight\ntry's joy, that we knew not cold or heat.\ntook it, it was revolving. That is where\nboth Cook and Peary made their fatal\nmistake. They relied upon their ob-\nservations to convince people that they\nwere actually at the North Pole. Of\ncourse, nobody believes now that either\nof them got there. With us it was\nquite a simple matter. All we had to\ndo was to hover directly over the Pole\nand make the exposure long enough, so\nthat the rocks immediately around the\ncentre could be seen revolving. The\npicture is its own proof. In no other\nspot on the earth could this happen.\"\nSure enough, it was exactly as he had\nsaid.\nYou will notice,\" he continued,\n\" that from above the Pole appears al-\nmost flat. That is due. to the optical\nillusion. Actually it was about seven-\nteen feet three inches high.\"\nHow long were you there?\"\n\" Just during our two weeks' vaca-\ntion.\"\n\" And where did you sleep?\"\n\" In our gum-drop, of course.\"\n\" And what did you do?\"\n\" Well, we listened to a lot of former\n\" A LOT OF FORMER RECORDS\"\nrecords that happened to be there, break-\nWHEN PEARY CAME TO TOWN.\nTune-\"When Hey Rube Went to the Circus.\"\nWith Apologies to a Popular Comedian.\nOne day last spring-\nI think 'twas May—\nA man named Cook\nDid come this way.\nORNIA.\nHe came from the north-\nFrom the Esquimaux\nWhere day is night\nOn the West\n3,\nAnd they never have a thaw;\nWhere the bii roar,\nHe came with a noise-\nThere's ino d place to go,\nWith glare and a band\nAs the real thing,\nIt has mei erve,\nAll others he damned-\nPretty girls of curve,\nHe'd found the Pole\nAnd is going to have a show,\nWay at the extreme,\nWe will all be there\nOh, yes, he had,\nIt was no dream.\nFor a great hi\nKa\nBut suddenly from the Ices\nYou\nThere came a protest sound\nC\nthings for your band,\nFrom Commodore Peary\nAng\nWho had just come around-\ne some true blue.\nHe sent us a wireless\nHot from the reel\nCuddle up a little closer, San Francisco dears,\nThat Cook was a faker\nSend your ships around to see us,\nFull of bad spiel-\nFilled with wine that cheers.\nThat he was the only\nFinder of the stick\nWe like to eat your fruit SO rosy,\nTo stop Cook's glory,\nLike to have you near us-cozy,\nIt just made him sick-\nove from head to toesie\nAnd he'd soon be back\nWith some Esquimaux\nShowing Cook was a liar\nWith a lying liar's jaw.\nBut the world was slow\nTo accept Peary's talk\nAnd Cook had the lead—\nGot away in a walk-\nSeemed to mesmerize us all\nWith a lot of hot stuff\nAbout Peary and his gang\nNot being up to snuff;\nHe traveled from the East\nTo away down South.\nWe all bowed before him\nWhen he opened up his mouth\nBut it surely was\nOne good, grand muss,\n'Till Peary showed us\nHe was the cuss.\noH, UNCLE GEORGE !\nThe Pole was his,\nAll honors the same,\nHe was the fellow-\nTune-\"In the Good Old Summer Time.\"\nAll hail his name!\nSo here he is\nWith us tonight-\nThere's with us tonight,\nAhead of the game-\nOne, who made a great fight-\nHe's won the fight.\nIn the Good Old Election Time;\nAll hats come off\nOur dear Uncle George-\nTo the hero grand.\nWith honors we gorge-\nWe'll sing a song,\nIn the Good Old Election Time-\nAnd start the band.\nHe had a great scare,\nTo hell with Cook,\nBy others who'd dare\nHurrah for he,\nTry out at Election Time,\nTo the North Pole hero\nBut George made the sweep-\nAs you can see.\nGot there with both feet,\nWe'll drink his health\nIn the Good Old Election Time.\nWith sparkling wine,\nAnd hope, by gosh,\nCHORUS.\nMore Poles he'll find.\nIn the Good Old Election Time,\nFor he's a jolly good fellow,\nIn the Good Old Election Time,\nFor he's a jolly good fellow,\nOh, George, old scout,\nFor he's a jolly good fellow,\nFor you we shout,\nA jolly good fellow is he.\nIn the Good Old Election Time -\nLong may he live and prosper,\nYou won the trick,\nLong may he live and prosper,\nNo help from Dick,\nLong may he live and prosper,\nAnd that's no idle dream,\nAnd Cook can climb a tree.\nFor you made a great race\nAt a two twenty pace,\nIn the Good Old Election Time.\nDown at D. C.\nYou are the Big G-\nJust after Election Time-\nWe have guns in our parks\nWhich bear your ear marks,\nJust after Election Time-\nYou've raised the Maine,\nAnd got a great name,\nJust after Election Time-\nAnd now we all say,\nThat you sure are no Jay,\nJust after Election Time.\nEAST HARPSWELL\nThe whole world rejoices that\nLieut. Peary has discovered the long\nsought after North Pole. Since the\nyear 1553 every few years some dar-\ning man has thought he could reach\nthe goal, yet all have failed until Dr.\nCook and Lieut. Peary both claim to\nhave found it. It seems too bad that\nthere should be any controversy to\nestablish their claims.\nOLD GLORY AT THE POLE.\nFor many hundred years ships have\nsailed the sea,\nWhere the great North Pole was\nsupposed to be;\nMen of all nations, ships of steam\nand of sail,\nWith great loss of life, in the end\nbut to fail.\nBut a wireless message comes to our\near,\nThat Peary, who has learned to\nknow no fear,\nHad dashed for the Pole and reached\nthe goal,\n,\nAnd over the world the echoes\nroll.\nAnd our flag, Old Glory, is floating\nfree\nOver the ice of the frozen sea.\nThere nailed to the mast, brave\nPeary done it,\nWon't that be a plume in his Arc-\ntic bonnet?\nMore honors for the grand old U.\nS. A.\nWhen once we grasp them, they\nare here to stay;\nOn sea and on land for a hundred\nyears,\nThe United States knows no\npeers.\nIn war or in peace the world con-\ncedes.\nIn everything our country leads.\nThen let Old Glory float on high,\nUnder the dome of the Arctic sky.\nSILAS S. 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